Go on, ... you don't say!

Finally, one Mr D. McLay took the floor. He said that within the next month students are going to face a barrage of research surveys. They are: a lecture assessment survey, organized by students, an eating habits survey being done by the Business Administration Department for the Union Management Committee), a survey on assessment procedures in the Commerce Faculty being conducted by Peter Aagard, and another Student Welfare Services Survey. There has been no co-ordination of these surveys, despite the existence of a Prof. Board Committee to handle nutters such as this - the Survey Research Committee. In fact there has been total ignorance, on the part of virtually all concerned, of the existence of the other surveys. He said something to the effect that this was a bad scene and something should be done about it. Lisa agreed, and gave him a chocolate fish.

At some point around this time the meeting closed. Students who had survived gasped sighs of reliev, as those that didn't were quietly removed, by men in white coats, to the library, where, it was thought, they would merge easily with other students and looking outside, things still seemed the same as they had an hour and fifty minutes before. Rain still drizzled down, zombie-like cardboard replicas of people intently off to lectures, the world was still turning.

(John Henderson points out: there is only one way of changing SRC meetings. And that way is not by condemning all, sundry and the kitchen sink in an SRC report. Start questing after chocolate fishes, boys. You might even get somewhere).