Once more, the weird sisters collectively did not have the greatest of months. They were all plagued by coughs and sneezes of various degrees, evil tests, Big Nasty Essays and Assignments of Death, and financial trouble (En lost her wallet and Zed's bank balance dropped to pi pounds [£3.14 for those not particularly mathematically inclined]).

However! It was not all Dume und Glume. For a start, our creativity levels were astonishingly high. In the course of forty eight hours, we produced three song parodies from scratch: "Rudolf The Red Nosed Reindeer" became "Stuart The Sexy Manager"; "I Touch Myself" turned into "I Touch My Shelf" [I am most annoyed that Ell and En keep touching *my* shelf while singing it - (z)Ed] and we turned "I Will Survive" into "Shoot The Fish". "As you do," as Zed's corridor-mate C appropriately commented when she learned of this.

The three of us made a couple of voyages to Canterbury, where we managed to buy Christmas presents for each other and ourselves: En bought a medieval dress, Ell bought a rainbow striped jumper that blinded B when he saw it, and Zed got a t-shirt labelled "Hitler European Tour", with a map and list of all the countries he invaded (Britain and Russia marked "CANCELLED"). Ell continued to acquire beads, from which she is creating the world's greatest necklace, and got En got started on the jewellery-making kick. Ell also procured some bubble wrap from Netto's (the grimmest supermarket in the world), which we popped on the bus, annoying all the other passengers, and later in Ell's room, while discussing philosophical issues.

Ell and Zed saw "The Colour Of Paradise" at the cinema, and all three weird sisters saw "This Is Spinal Tap". (Zed and B then went to see it again, for the third time this term, the lunapaths.) They also attended a couple of rock society events: Sit In The Hobgoblin All Day and The Third Pit Of Term, at which Zed talked to a guy who'd been visiting her website for the last six months. Spooky!

Having spent several weeks planning to sing their modified Christmas carols outside The Venue as it closed on the last night of term, they collectively decided that they couldn't be bothered. Oh well, there's always next year, and the lyrics are now on the website.

And then, with a cruel twist of fate, the weird sisters were scattered to the four corners of the earth [well three of them, given that there's only three weirdsisters - it's great being a Maths student] as term ended. En suffered particularly, since her mother expected her to be ready to go by 8.30am (after staying up till 2.30 the night before), but Zed's eleven-hour train journey home wasn't too wonderful either. And as far as brothers are concerned, no one is jealous of Ell. However, the turbulent uprooting did allow Zed the opportunity to actually get this website on the Internet, so at least you, dear reader, are happy.

Whaddya mean, you're not? I write all this and you're still going to slit your wrists? Heurgh, En can have Stalker-writing duty back next month.

Oh, one last thing: Zed and En had a highly strange conversation about weird places where you could feasibly have sex on the UKC campus, and are now trying to compile a list (for future reference, we hope). Please make suggestions.

See you next year (as long as the Millennium bug doesn't bite, and Zed manages to survive thirteen days without B, and then nine days continually in B's company).

Zed xxo