Love Thy Neighbour

It's really students who are the mother-fuckers of this world — I've just come across one who takes first prize in the "cunt of the year" contest.

I was in the varsity post office on Friday morning a week ago to draw some money (what money?) out, and left $5 on a table in there for about two minutes. By the time I realized that I didn't have the money, some prick had come along and made sure that I never would. Looking back on it, I'm pretty sure that the joker who nicked it knew whose the money was, or at least had some idea. I've been to the various lost property places around, and the money hasn't been handed in.

Sure, I know, In this great, socialist, "love my neighbour" type world, my money's your money, and yours is mine. Except judging by this situation I would say that I'll never see any of his. I didn't choose to be born into a world where money speaks louder than words - that's just the way things happened — and I can see no reason why I should finance some joker's ego trip in the pub tonight when I don't even have enough money to go myself.

Keith Walton.