University.
Is going to be this week's topic of choice, I'm sure.

So anyway. Came back from an excursion to the Union via the kitchen, with the intention of creating yet another magnum opus of culinary regret from humble Tesco Value beginnings.

Unfortunately this is not to be. Because blocking the Lec Turbo Larder is a bin. Not a pedal bin, or a wheelie bin, but a proper municipal bin the size, weight and pliability of a Dalek. I spend a brief moment boggling at the alcohol-fuelled superhuman strength and ability of at least two very drunk people to coordinate their actions that would have been required to get this bin into its present bacon-denying location, before being interrupted by the door slamming.

The door has heralded two very smug, very drunk, and slightly stoned flatmates turning up. They sit down at a table and look very pleased with themselves for the six seconds before a very angry resident tutor walks through that same door, bringing with him an instant sobering effect.

"WHERE DID YOU GET THIS BIN?"
"It's always been there." (shrug)
"Then why is the bin just outside YOUR hall of residence missing?"

Silence. Confused looks. Shrugs. Resident tutor gradually realising that refuge in audacity has been taken, sighs and shakes his head.

"Well, whoever took the bin from outside, I'm making it your responsibility to ensure it's back where it belongs tomorrow morning."

After he leaves, two contrite flatmates get up and attempt to return the bin from whence it came. Unfortunately shorn of drunken "this is such a good idea!" enthusiasm they no longer possess bin-relocating superpowers, and get picked up by security halfway through dragging the bin disconsolately across campus and fined.
(Timberwolf, Fri 27 Apr 2012, 21:15, 1 reply)

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