Sunday night. I’m going into the Union at about 9 for the quiz. I bump into Kay, the Union President (lovely person). She asked if I got the message. What message? Someone had pulled out of going to NUS Annual Conference. Did I want their place? Hell yeah!
So back to the library. Send a couple of e-mails. Back to the Union fora drink to help with the shock. Home. Explain to one of my housemates what had happened. Pack. Watch The West Wing. Go to bed.
Monday. Get to the Union about 9. Hang out in my office till it is time to go. Sit right in the back of the people carrier. To Blackpool! Fairly uneventfull journey. See a petrol station with my initials as it’s name. How cool is that?
Check into the hotel, dump bag, shower, head to Conference. After a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG wait, get my registration stuff. I hate to think how many trees were sacrificed so that we could debate stuff.
Into conference hall. Start. First thing. Ratify last years decision to create a full time NUS Black Students Offices. Overwhelmingly carried. Cool. Conference had only just started and we had made a historical decision.
After the night session closed, went to the hustings for NUS President. My God. I thought hustings for Exec in the Union were mad. Back to hotel, quick pint, bed. Watch an old episode of Roseanne with George Clooney in.
Tuesday. Got early laugh when someone brought a huge, stuffed penis toy onto conference floor. They were asked to remove it. Later, someone requested Steering for permission to bring it back in. Denied. (There were later ‘Free Willy’ flyers with a pic of the penis with prison bars drawn on flying around.)
Debates, votes for NEC positions. After session closed that night, went for a drink. Went to something run by NUS and played roulette (not for real money though). Spilt a pint on the table. Got drunk. Scared one of the other Teesside deligates (but she won’t tell me how).
TBC.
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