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Secretary Donna Jones was notably absent from last week’s meeting, and her absence was not for the better. Stand-in AJ didn’t display Donna’s skill at wrangling the monkeys/exec members, and this was reflected in the tedious length of the meeting.

First up, the never ending “what to do with Mojos?” debate raged on like a persistent bout of chlamydia, with all of the Exec apart from Logan originally keen to fix it, then sell it. Unfortunately at that point a proclamation from Logan of “I say fucking demo it, but you guys want to keep it, so fuck you,” sparked a fresh round of debate that made the Hundred Year Wars look fleeting.
 
The ludicrous volume of debate had Critic siding with Logan’s novel suggestion of letting his dad knock it down. According to Logan, his dad has got “a digger and a truck. He’s done it all before. It should come down like a house on fire.” Mr Edgar Senior will also apparently “kill a man for half a grand,” though we aren’t quite sure of the relevance of that to the Mojo’s issue.
 
Also, because the Mojos building is heaps old, they apparently need to get an archaeologist in to check it out, leading Logan to speculate on the possibility of finding a dinosaur. He even volunteered to have a gander, professing that he could easily do the job as he had done an Archaeology paper during his time at uni. Eventually Logan’s eloquent words, “it won’t be the last money we spend on that piece of shit, it’s rooted,” won over the other Exec members, with consensus reached that a qualified archaeologist be sent to Mojos for a look-see.
 
Election dates started up another round of unproductive bitching, with each date that was proposed then deemed less suitable than the last. One option was having elections run into Art Week, which would have really pissed off Events – they’d already specifically requested the events not to coincide. Ah well, Events are a reasonable bunch.
 
In yet more wins from the unruly exec (read: President), Logan walked out of the room while a motion was tabled, asking if someone else could “do the against, abstentions, carried bit for me? I need to make wees.” He also professed “the budget and shit” to be “all fucking boring,” and expressed alarm when Critic started to write that down.
 
Not to worry though, Edgar plans to take out the cycling at the Otago-Canterbury Sports Exchange, telling organiser Sarah that “I’m coming, and I’m going to win. But that’s another story.” We are betting there is a story behind the hickey he’s sporting at the moment as well. What a naughty wench that boy is.