A Note From A Prisoner- A Poem by Becky Bye

  I hear them marching through the gates And shudder at the sounds of their boots I hear them shouting and cursing our lives And the banging of bayonets on the tin roofs   I feel the cold wind drifting within The spaces between my bones And think back to forgotten places Of our families …

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Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part 1 – Reviewed by Meg Burrows

The snitch has nearly been caught, but Harry’s still going…. Anyone that hates Harry Potter, just don’t read this. If you’re waiting for me to complain like Xan Brooks about it all,  don’t read this either. The weekend the film was released, it grossed an estimated $125.1 million at the box office, beating the record …

The Duckworth Lewis Method (2009)- Reviewed by Dixon James

Rating: 8/10 Best Tracks: Gentlemen and Players; Jiggery Pokery; The Nightwatchman For those of you that don't like cricket, I feel sorry for you. You've never known the complete bliss of basking in the afternoon sun wearing a daft, wide-brimmed hat, with a pint of real ale and flattened marmite sandwich, lazily watching top-class sportsmen …

Is The Late Train Comedy Night At The Railway the Greatest Stand Up Show of All Time? A fair and balanced investigation by host of The Late Train Comedy Night James D. Irwin

Well, okay, it would be a blatant lie to say this is anything but a thinly veiled way to advertise the upcoming Late Train Comedy Night III: The Christmas Special, but it’s not as though I’m a huge corporate entity tainting this student-centric non-profit website. I’m a student myself--- I’m not the bad guy here. …

Claudio, Chino and me – Meg Burrows

Monday 15th November saw some good friends and me eagerly waiting at Winchester station to catch a train to Southampton. We were off to see two of the best bands ever: Coheed and Cambria and Deftones. Coheed, an American prog-punk-metal rock band that formed in 2001, have been an all time favourite of mine for …

The Kiss of Winter- A Poem by Becky Bye

      As snow-flakes rise and fall And burn against your eyes Tight shut against the seasons change Leaving cold fire kisses against your cheeks Which burn and die Like ashes in the breath of a mist   And silver clings to woven branches Whispering against the mirrored floor Tracing memories in the shadows …