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• Sunday Nights out in York

It would be fair to say that York can only really count as a ‘city’ (note the inverted commas) because of its humongous cathedral and its two universities. There is a cracking night to be had by all however.

Sunday nights out in York are hot. It offers something to suit the Monday morning 9.15 lecture with the piss-your-pants-funny comedy night at the Basement Bar. This will in theory get you home to bed before midnight.

For those of you who have two hours of lectures a week on a Wednesday afternoon… or those who just don’t care about Monday morning, Gallery is a fine choice. The mesmerising dance tunes and the seedy hip-hop basement is guaranteed to end the week perfectly.

• The Return of UK Garage

This revival of UK garage music could not have come too soon. It seems to have crept up on us, as if overnight the charts are featuring slices of pure garage heaven. I don’t know if it’s just me, but I find the nostalgia of it overwhelming at times. It reminds me of school discos desperately trying to dance like the cool kids, but instead looking like I had a really bad case of piles. Despite its disturbing nostalgic value UK garage is hot. Hopefully it’s here to stay, let the tunes keep on coming!

• Fancy Dress Events

One of the first things I learnt at university was not the gift of time management or budgeting, but the golden rule ‘you can never have too many fancy dress costumes’. So far, since I started university I have been a police officer, a cat, a ladybird, a chav and a slag. It can get a bit boring dressing and behaving ‘normally’ so fancy dress events enable you to adopt an alter-ego. When dressed like a complete idiot it seems more acceptable to act like one. Fancy dress is hot. Who can deny the fun of being somebody or something else once in a while?

Not So Hot

• Stupid Facebook Applications

Facebook started off as a slightly less narcissistic alternative ‘MySpace’; however a nasty invasion of pointless applications has started to eat away at our favourite social networking site. It seemed to begin with the ‘fun wall’ which is irritating enough. It is such a chore scrolling through endless chain mail guilt tripping you into forwarding a letter about a lost dog to twenty unfortunate people. It seems to me that every time I log onto Facebook somebody out there has thought of another absurd application. The latest atrocities invading my Facebook homepage include a ‘rockstar cars invitation’, a ‘sexy request’ and a ‘vampire’s request’. One just has to ask why? The stupid Facebook applications are defiantly not hot.

• The Electro Indie Fashion Statement

This is another thing that seems to have crept up on us, except unlike the UK garage comeback it’s not very hot. I don’t want to come across hypocritical as I declared myself as a great fan of fancy dress, but I don’t understand why people are in fancy dress if they’re not going to a fancy dress party!

I am referring to the odd fashion statement that seems to be a cross between an 80’s throwback, a punk and a spaceman/woman. I first noticed this strange phenomenon when I went to an electro indie style gig at Fibbers. I could not believe my eyes. The place was heaving with people dressed in fluorescent and metallic clothes, sporting unhealthy amounts of eyeliner and glitter.

I would not claim to be conservative when it comes to fashion, but I don’t see the point in spending hours getting ready, to look like you’re running late to an eight year olds birthday party.

• Thongs

I apologise for being so crude, but this is an issue that I feel really needs to be addressed. To begin with the thong is a rather ugly invention, unless you have the rump of Kylie Minogue. As for the mere mortals among us, all the wobbles pimples and cellulite are exposed for the whole world to see.

Apart from its terribly unflattering appearance, the thong is also an invention that serves the sole purpose of causing never ending grief. I’m sure we have all been there, that dreaded moment when you realise you have to bend down to pick something up. From that moment you know it’s going a bad day; desperately trying to find a convenient moment to pull the fabric out of the hungry jaws of your backside. The worst thing about this is the inevitability of getting caught; let’s face it, not an attractive sight.

Thongs are well and truly not hot; I believe we must all accept that the visible panty line is a better alternative.

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