The non-refundables

By Kathrin Koebke

Rhodes students drop off five to eight dogs at the SPCA each month. It is not the most appealing of places, but it will have to do for the next couple of months or at least until someone else adopts them. Students either decide they can no longer afford their pets, or realise that the dog does not serve the purpose of protecting its owner’s property.

That digs column

By Stephen Galanis

So you’re wondering why no one ate the last 12 cheese curls last night? I don’t know either. They go all soggy overnight – and it’s scarcely for nutritional concerns that the average student refrains from eating a cheese curl now, is it? And a half-empty glass of wine is no fun to clean the next morning, especially with two drowned cockroaches floating on top. Yuck.

Trespassers will be peed on

By Kate Douglas, Peta Daniel and Emma Richard

Imagine you wake up in the morning to find that not only are you hanging from the night before, but for some reason you no longer have your cellphone, laptop or wallet. Even your duvet is gone. You have just been burgled – the bastards!

That digs column

By Jenna Williams

Having lived in Grahamstown for nearly five years, I’ve grown fairly used to an erratic supply of electricity, water, Saints wine and life’s other little essentials. So, on the Friday afternoon of the recent long weekend, I wasn’t particularly perturbed to open the hot tap in my bathroom only to be greeted by a gush of icy water.

Save money, go green!

By Nontobeko Sibisi and Babongile Zulu

Fancy yourself a gardener? Whether it is to save money on food or purely for the love of gardening, vegetable patches have been springing up around the backyards of Rhodes oppidans. These ecological treasures are helping students save money on their food expenses.

 

That Digs Column

By Candace Whitehead

When we’re students, we think we can do anything. And so we think once we gain ultimate independence we’ll discover hidden talents of housekeeping. That illusion of mine shot out the window as I sat among
boxes and suitcases while my digsmate tried to cook cottage pie for dinner. An ominous smoke started
pouring from the bottom of the pan from a label I hadn’t been able to remove.