The fun police.

As many of you will know, Winchester is home to a nightlife that leaves little to be desired. This, I feel, is almost entirely down to a form unofficial policing that I, in my limited knowledge of relevant law, am pretty sure isn't even legally binding.

The unfair restriction on fun and youthful activity in Winchester leaves a very bitter taste in the mouth after being evicted from most places at the early hour of 1.00am, with an army of yellow and green clothed 'shushers' clamping down on all conversation with those who are more than a foot away. I have many friends who tell fantastic tales of freedom and youthful endeavour that leave me longing for escape from such unopposed fascism.

'Fresher's week' if it can so be called at Winchester, has been a series of, what I would describe as, quiet nights out and has left me with a deep seated feeling of unfulfilled desire for fun. One that I fear will have to be amended by trips to the surroundings cities of London and Southampton, an expensive trek that really shouldn't have to be made, but there we are. I may need to write a letter to the local council, perhaps form a petition, although, the fear of the potential consequences thrown out there by the University itself could very well prevent this democratic right.