Writing
Rainbows and Riches
Armed with half a dozen roughly-cut wooden stakes, a pottle of screws, and a wooden sign covered in still-wet paint, we’re heading towards the College of Education. I’m wedged in the back of the recently-completed Undie 500 van, between the sign and poorly-secured couch. They’re not doing any lecture-speaking or notice-board posters, their campaign style is a “big, wooden, fuck-off” sign to pull in the votes of the future educators.
September 17, 2007
