The devils wear DSU Tops

I'm a naughty Postgrad officer.

In my defense, I wasn't the only guilty party and it wasn't intentional.


If you don't know already, we are currently in the middle of our Freshers week. A whole week dedicated to welcoming the new blood and making sure that they get all that partying juice out of their system.

After his presidency Arty is going to be modeling for Tesco and Asda.

We sold raffle tickets where the winner gets a nice bundle from Supplies worth £200.  We also gave out lots of wristbands, t-shirts and tickets for nights out. We also had our welcome weekend, which I unfortunately missed due to employment.

Yesterday was the night that is often spoken about in student land. The fresher's ball. Firstly, I never understood why they called it a ball. There's no gowns or suits for that matter. The more accurate name is (insert famous act here) live at DMU.

Now, me and Fresher's Ball never used to be a thing. After a particular traumatic experience in my first year where my flatmates at the time decided to leave me slap bang in the middle of the 02 with no idea of where I was, I tended to stay away. Even my mother raised her brow slightly when I said to her that I was going last night.

Soon it was time for Predrinks and after a couple of bizarre stories, including my best friend's revelation that he nearly released a panther from a zoo, it was time for us to head to Milly's. The atmosphere was electric and all the fresher conventions were there:

• The fresher that couldn't stand up (that somehow managed to get in). 
• The freshers that celebrated their freedom away from their parents.
• The freshers that awkwardly followed one person because they live together. 

Upon admiring (and hugging) the youth, we called upon our chariot (i.e. Molly called an uber) and we road to the ball. We then arrived at a queue of about 150-200 freshers, as I prepared to waddle/stagger to the back of the line, Tanwir brought in the front of the line (for free), much to the confusion of the bouncer.

Uber Selfie.

Upon getting inside the Athena, Sarah and I then attempted operation nightclub loo. Lady Neurotypicals, can you please explain why several of you go in one toilet cubical at any one time? Like I'm sorry, Athena toilets (or at least what I could remember of them) are not the most spacious of venues and don't have mirrors unless you are at the sinks.

Following our moment of confusion, we ended up losing half of the group, because of nightclub. After about 15 minutes of attempted texting, we bumped into Arty who then told us to follow him and Tanwir. Apparently, Mollie and Mike were going to be there also. We were then lead to this door which was guarded by a bouncer.

At that moment, Mr bouncer man opened the door. Yes, we went VIP folks. We spent about 90 minutes backstage during the warm-up set, taking pictures with the Freshers, dancing onstage and generally having a good time.

So what did we do wrong? Well, part of the VIP 'experience' was that we have a table of beverages, which were free. Yes F-R-E-E. Oh and vodka isn't Glen's, it's Grey Goose. Between all of us, we managed to consume 2 whole bottles of the stuff.

Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?

We found out this morning, that only one of those vodkas were ours and that other bottle belonged to Tom Zanetti who was headlining the ball. #Whoopsie.

Fortunately, Tanwir made sure Mr. Zannetti was suitably topped up with liquor and we still had a good night regardless.

Also the Fresher's Fair and it's abundance of free food helped with our hangovers quite a bit.

Needless to say, after those antics, it's an early night in officer land tonight.

So until tomorrow's adventures folks,

Toodle Pips,

Kelly