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After a prolonged absence, Chronicles of Castle is back like the bowl cut. I do apologise for the delay but the author has been busy gathering stories during the chaos of Re-O Week. The chaos of last week has left most residents in a zombie like state, with malnutrition striking down flats and conversations limited to grunts or a five word limit as brains are struggling to recover from their pounding.

The build up to Re-O had residents as excited as a salty Wellington punk before a sale at Slick Willy’s. The size of the Castle Street keg party event on Facebook had Campus Watch and the five-oh shaking in their booties and residents positively ‘frothing at the gash’ with excitement. With the exception of numerous couch fires - including a classic couch pyramid - everyone was relatively well behaved as North Dunedin descended back into its traditional ghetto-like conditions.
 
Monday was a good warm up as people were getting back into the swing of destroying brains cells and livers. Tuesday was meant to be a huge day but, like pilly willy, it just didn’t get up. Arctic conditions scared most people off and there was even a snow shower at one point. The people that partied on stayed warm by lighting fireworks in the hallway of the Beehive and jumping through walls to enhance the ‘indoor-outdoor’ flow. The Beehive became the epicentre of activity and sustained some pretty serious damage, 72 eggs were thrown around in one room alone as well as a ute load of sand being spread through the house.
 
Wednesday night was a night of shoulder-dropping, pill-popping madness as Nightcap came to town to give the dub addicts their fix. A high grime factor ensured that the hardcore rinsers went home with dilated pupils and grins strapped across their faces. The rest of the week blurred into one big night, with notable highlights including the block party on Cumberland Street on the Friday night. Finally it was Saturday night. The odd person ventured into fresher territory at paint party, which was a pretty choice night by all accounts. Come Sunday most people were void of all emotion, appetite and motivation to drink; there were an unlucky few who took the pink ones that hadn’t slept for days and were going until Sunday evening but even they crashed and burned eventually.
 
After an epic bender, Castle girls have begun making their way through the glass, potholes and around the spraypaint towards lectures and the boys are back to being JOTC. But with plenty of red cards and lock ins on the schedule, Chronicles will try to keep you up to date with what’s happening in the ghetto. Peace out homies.