This significant historical event is brought to you by the Fellowship of St Andrews. Each fortnight, Owl Eyes will bring you their re-telling of a lesser-known event in St Andrews history.
Next time you’re wandering along South Street, obligatory Jannetta’s ice cream in hand, keep an eye out for this plaque on the same side as St Mary’s . It seems a rather elaborate plaque for a man most of you have likely never heard of. So who was Sir D’Arcy Wentworth Thompson? You may know him better as the man with a parrot on his shoulder in the Kate Kennedy Parade – ring any bells?
Ten weeks ago I gave up smoking after seven years of poisonous rebellion, going cold turkey from a twelve-a-day habit. It hasn’t been as difficult as I had thought: my main concern is that it marks the end of an era. My days, once punctuated by the flicker of the lighter, the desperate inhalation of the early morning ‘first puff’ and scrambling around for enough change to buy a new pack of rolling papers, no longer have any structure. The rituals that once organised my waking hours are over.
The 2013 St Andrews Media Conference this Tuesday was in many ways a success. The members of the University’s Carnegie Club did very well, first of all, in securing two St Andrews alumni to be panel speakers at the event. Here we share their insights and tips on the future of media, and the best ways to break into the industry.
“That is the best music I’ve heard in St Andrews.” This was something I heard more than once last night, during and after Goldfish’s early set. By nine thirty, the queue was splling over into the Union bar. By ten, Venue 1 was packed out, sweaty and jubilant. The contrast to Bombay Bicycle Club’s tardy, lazy and depressing set during Refresher’s week could not have been more marked.
The chance of finding a non-family match from the National bone Marrow Register ranges from 1 in 450 to 1 in 750,000, depending on how rare the tissue-type of the patient is. So that makes it pretty incredible that a student in our very own little St Andrews bubble was a match for a person in need of a stem cell transplant, having donated earlier this year. Like all true heroes, their identity is hidden (by patient confidentiality rather than a mask and spandex suit).
You may not even notice it, but every March Scotland's international poetry festival hits our small town for five days, bringing with it some of the biggest names from all over the world. Once again, there will soon be the kilted man on South Street offering limericks free of charge: StAnza is coming back to St Andrews. Despite the sad closure of The Byre Theatre, the festival is moving forwards with all hands on deck, and it needs you.
Last night, the St Andrews Charity Fashion Show began with a bang across Lower College Lawn. As I attempt to piece together the cloudy memories of the night to critically review what is arguably the biggest night in the St Andrews social calendar, the thought of alcohol still makes my stomach cringe.
Valentine’s Day. Just uttering those two words fills my heart with a whole lot of dread. Passing by the windows of numerous shops in St Andrews, I see the cut out crimson hearts and I feel utterly left out on this holiday built for two. Look into the world of woe of the window displays and let consumerism shout its way to your heart.
The Sartoriowl explores our stylish town looking for well-dressed St Andreans dashing between lectures in the Buchanan and lattes in Taste. Were you spotted? This week love is in the air and The Sartoriowl wants to know how you feel about the day of St Valentine...