Last Saturday, in a picturesque field in Perthshire, the St Andrews Polo Society held their annual tournament amidst champagne, cigars, and, perhaps somewhat expectedly, rain. Perhaps the most summery of the Spring term’s events, the Polo tournament allowed students a brief moment of pause before revision weeks begin, in an event that proved Scotland’s residents will dress up whatever the weather. Garden party attire was encouraged, though with the proviso that “all weather is a possibility”, and students did their best to fulfil expectation: bright colours bedecked Errol Park’s grounds, that switched to umbrellas when the heavens (as is custom) opened in late April.
With the largest department in the university and a reputation that has attracted thousands of students from all over the world, hearing that this year’s Ambassador’s Ball was the first in their history almost made me do a double-take. But I can confirm – as I have asked many times – that this year marks an impressive milestone for the International Relations Department, with the launch of their inaugural ball.
With the performance of Twelfth Night which took place in the StAge on the 10thof April as part of the On The Rocks Festival, Shakespeare’s beloved comedy has now been performed every year in St Andrews for the last four years. This, however, was definitely the most unique and, in more ways than one, the most impressive production.
DONT WALK: Sorgiamo stayed true to its word this week, as the event rose from the ashes on a new date, at a new venue, but with all the glitz and glamour one has come to expect from the DW committee. Originally scheduled to happen on the 2nd of March but cancelled due to safety fears, many were left wondering what was to come of the event: would a rescheduling hurt ticket sales, what would happen with rebooking acts, and the logistics of having to put on a whole new show.
I wouldn’t consider myself, in any way really, to be a film buff. Though I scraped my way through first year Film Studies, I honestly didn’t pick up enough to be able to professionally analyse a piece of on screen art. However, I do feel that we are all perfectly capable of appreciating films and TV in so many different ways, more often than not simply linking their brilliance (or lack thereof) with how they make us feel.
Spring is fashion show season in St Andrews, and in the wake of a show-stopping FS and a stopped-show DONT WALK, CATWALK: Perception had much of an occasion to rise to. And rise they did; goodie bags featuring coupons for a slice of the St Andrews staple Mozza’s, pink Slingsby’s G&Ts on entry, and cupcake servers meandering 601 prepped guests for a night perfectly organized and choreographed to showcase the beautiful boldness of CATWALK. This year the event was supporting the local, national, and international charities Fife Women’s Aid (FWA), Wave Project, and Doctors Without Borders (MSF) respectively.
Every year, second semester rolls around and St Andrews fulfils all the stereotypes we hear about before arriving, with an inundation of balls and fashion shows. For some of us, that means filling our weekends with glitzy hairstyles, dresses/suits and glamorous nights out with our friends. For others, myself usually among them, it means that our studies and/or sleep is periodically punctuated with the loud revelry of people returning from those nights out.
While ‘The Challenge’ may sound like a cringey 5pm game show, it is actually an annual November shooting competition that brings over 140 shots from universities around the country to East Fife. Some might see the Welly Ball that follows as a quintessentially St Andrews event – playing host to thousands of students in ball gowns, tweed, and most importantly, wellies – but it remains one of the few cross-university events that the town hosts, with attendees from as far as Exeter. The Clay Pigeon Shooting Club somehow manages a finely-tuned schedule starting with a day for the shots and then followed by a ball for both Dinner and After Party guests, greatly to their credit. Welly 2018, though not without its detractions, was yet again a fun experience, with the proceeds going to a great cause. Plus, it had the added bonus of Wellington boots as a barrier both to the usual mud, and toe-stepping revelry of Kinkell.
I’ve already annoyed all of my friends by speaking about how much I love the film Sorry to Bother You; the only outlet I have left by which to communicate my feelings is to strangers on the internet. Sorry to Bother You is a masterpiece of modern cinema, and I paid to see it three times after its American release in July. Its UK release is scheduled for December of this year, and I’ve already made plans to see it in theaters once again. While this approach may seem dumb to some people (read: my dad), Sorry to Bother You is truly a priceless film experience, even after already seeing it three times.