Parallel to Kelburn Parade, near the Easterfield Building, there are two prefabricated huts. Dwarfed by the giant Science Block, dripping with age, the buildings present a pathetic sight. In one of these buildings (the one furthest away from the road) as the Salient office. For Salient used to have an office. It was not much of an office, admittedly. The telephone was not working. In wintry weather, water poured in through the cracks in the walls. Dust flew in underneath the doors, and the place smelt of stale beer and whisky—the ghosts of past members of Salient staff. But it was still an office-a place where the Salient staff could gather together and hold discussions. Innocent discussions over-topics such as "Should Salient tell the truth" or "Would the sub-editor prefer meat-pie to ham sandwiches? Furthermore, the building was fairly isolated—so that Salient was reasonbly safe from inquisitive characters. The dilapidated hut was not exactly heavenly. But it was still a home for the Salient staff. Then it happened. Salient was thrown out of its headquarters!