
WEIGHT: 60 kg
Bust: C
One HOUR:120$
NIGHT: +40$
Services: Fisting anal, Slave, Slave, Anal Play, Female Ejaculation
The more medically-inclined amongst us tolerated an impressive three years of North Haugh. But it is the fourth years, the former Classes of and , who soldiered through every minute of their Scottish-sized degrees. If Facebook newsfeed analytics are correct, it appears that the majority of graduates received firsts. Against all odds, congratulations. Despite memories of the Beast from the East, Grad Week suffered from no such whiteout.
Blue skies framed the hoods of former students, as sunbeams bounced off beaming faces to craft a portrait cloying in its perfection.
The old Latin phrases of Vice Chancellor Sally Mapstone still ringing in our ears, we processed down North Street, a suitable backdrop to the historic walk. Compared to the two southerly streets Market and South, North Street has remained remarkably unblighted by national chains or half-rate fast food joints — a fact gratifying to anyone who wants to pose without Subway in the background. As Professor Mapstone acknowledged in her address, this university is the oldest in all of Scotland, one of the oldest three in the English-speaking word.
Graduation, so deeply entrenched in history, serves to highlight the collapsing vitality of St Andrews. Navel-gazing and Latin-based graduation rites rapidly gave way to Grad Ball. The music was mediocre, the venue decoration was acceptable, the bar service was slow, the freebies were great, except for the free bubbly, which is never quite good enough for our refined, twenty-one year old palates.
After four years of writing reviews, the above paragraph is the consistent consensus for every ball, fashion show, or festival that I have had the pleasure of attending.