‘By the pricking of my thumbs something wicked this way comes’: only wickedness is dressed up in a tempting ball gown! I refer of course to the upcoming Christmas Balls that will infiltrate York University in Week Nine and Ten of our final term. Most colleges have the privilege of hosting their own. Halifax College is flexing its awesome power as the largest college on campus by locating the venue at York Racecourse. So far so good; all seems fine. I would naturally be jumping straight onto the wagon to go to my own college event. But wait! Suddenly I'm accosted with the bewildering choice of the Drama Soc Ball as well. Noooooo! What am I to do? The temptation to venture forth among a land of a species only half known (human species admittedly) would enhance my networking list. But then it is safer is it not to rely on the ball which the general masses are going to. My choice is essentially between bourgeois sophistication and the common rabble... The selectiveness of the Drama Soc Barn, while seductive, is also a detractor - what if I become bored and, shock horror, find myself seated all alone or even worse next to ‘custard boy’- code word for a certain actor whose talents as far as I have yet ascertained are focused in on scoffing cakes at high speed. Mmmmnn. It is a tough one. Just to tempt fate if I did grace both balls with my presence I would be faced with the serious problem of a dress. It would never do to wear the same one. As the balls are separated only by a day I would have trouble eating six courses of Christmas meal within a 24 hour period. I am sure I could manage it but it might look slightly greedy. No, I have to make a decision. I predict that both events would be fabulous at the very least but I have visions that while I sit here on the fence deliberating all tickets will vanish before my eyes. I will (sob) be spending the evening in JJ’s bar with the Karaoke machine I hate. Rasheeda | 
