Spring has sprung (as far as this issue’s mis- leading title issue is concerend)! The season of new life! After many cruel and torturous years of sociteyless oppression, The Bartlett School Of Architecture Society has been born! Hallelujah! Praise be! Soc status now gives Barteltt students their own budget (which they already had), allows them to host parties and events (which they already did), and means they get to join the rest of us societies at Carl’s weekly briefing (Mondays at 1 in the CSC). So welcome to the ta- ble you chain-smoking, Hackney Wick freaks; Soc Bitch will save you a seat.
A few metres north, another society was also having it’s v-card punched. The UCL Shakespeare Society held its premiere production at the Cam- den People’s Theatre. Sadly Soc Bitch could not be there to see The Tempest performed, because she had better things to do. After all, if SB were keen on reciving sweaty and awakward per- formances from virgins in a darkened room then she would’ve spent a lot more time hanging around with Men’s Rugby whilst she had the chance.
Finally, a look inward. The Cheese Grater has been PLAGUED by emails from its benevolant-like-a-despot founder. From annoying ‘You owe me money, please pay me my money’ type-requests to ceaseless critisicism of our work and piubloshing qulaity - this dude has been on our backs like the se- men of a men’s rugby player two min- utes into rubbing your posterior on his crotch. But no love for Soc Bitch? Soc Bitch has recived a grand total of zero harrassing emails to date. Oh founder, what have I done to desrve this? It is but your attention I have been craving, my darling. Bed me!