The scene out my bedroom window this morning. Certainly not much by other country’s standards, but round here it’s a novelty - and it’s beautiful.

Here at the University, it’s election time for the Students’ Union Executive Officer sabbatical posts. The concourse and the union are full of people handing out flyers with various tag lines, manifestos, and entreaties to vote for them. There’s always cases of one-upmanship going on during the run up to the elections, with everyone trying to outdo one another in terms of advertising, taglines, and costume.
There’s a guy with a billboard strapped to his back and chest. A girl has several signs about with ‘The Price is Right!’ emblazoned on them (her surname is Price, I gathered). Last year, the guy who was voted in as Union President had the tagline ‘Aah…Bristow’.
This year, though, the best walking advertisement I’ve seen to date is the guy in the Union wearing a pair of jeans and going otherwise bare chested. He’s painted himself orange from head to waist, and printed his name, Tom Wilson, on his chest. He’s handing out flyers in the exact same of orange as his body. He’s running for Activities Officer. If I could vote in the student elections, I’d have to give him extra credit for going that far.

A new home for them, courtesy of Flickr.

On the tram this morning, I was sat near the glass partition that separates the driver from the carriage. Going along West Street, the driver was forced to put on the brakes suddenly when a car pulled out of a side street straight in front of the tram, and absolutely crawled up West Street. I saw the tram driver mouth a few choice words, then he pulled across a clipboard and wrote down the licence number of the car. Watch out, Mr Silver Audi driver.