shepard's delight

The St Andrews library is a vacuous, humid, sterile, odorous, stifling, repulsive concrete bloc with a feigned, tasteless modern interior.

The doors to the stairwells are so awkwardly positioned on a corner that you end up dancing with about six people just trying to go down to the next level. There's only so much stranger waltzing a guy can take.

For those who have never been, just imagine a flickering fluorescent bulb and a mild, constant buzzing.

The only occasional let-up is when someone accidentally pulls their headphones out of their laptop to inadvertently treat us to their terrible taste in music.

I'm going there now, to this veritable gulag.