U nless you’ve been holed up in your room slaving laboriously over notes, Powerpoints, and the more classic ‘revision cue cards’ in preparation for some form of assessment (I don’t know, like exams) – and even if you have – you’d be hard-pushed not to have heard that change is afoot at the Union.
Like most, I was shocked when I first heard the plans; the prospect of losing the Taf and scaling down Solus for the sake of more shops and a domination of social learning and network space sent a shiver down my spine – despite the fact I’d be long gone before construction even started.
It may be shamelessly self-indulgent, but this week I’m forsaking news to state my case as to why The Apprentice is currently the best programme on the box.
It’s feel-good TV, especially for final-year students, such as me, as the candidates’ (frequent) displays of stupidity demonstrate that even a group of proper ‘grown-up’ people can sometimes fail to summon a single iota of common sense between them. For instance, who sells a lobster for £4.95, and thinks they are still making a profit? Or even better, who asks a Muslim butcher to make a chicken kosher? Ergo, the job market instantly seems a little less competitive; as long as the interview involves purchasing/selling some form of poultry or fish…