Like any good logophile, I always have an arsenal of words du moment  and, as ever, I have some bangers on the go. However, among “woof,” and another word beginning with “w” not fitting for The Saint , the current favourite is “naff,” essentially meaning something that, despite trying to achieve class or style, is a bit tacky, ingenuine, or, to use another favourite, ghastly. Nothing gives me greater pleasure than describing things as naff. In my notes app, there is even a list called “Things...

My plans for improving St Andrews Back in January, after a controversy provoking students and the university’s governing body, Rector Stella Maris was removed from her position as President of the University Court. Many, therefore, are looking to October, when we will be presented with an array of candidates for our next Rector, all no doubt promising to represent our interests and share the progressive views of our liberal student body — yes, all three of them.   However, after the Maris...

Travel is touted as enlightening, but is it? Middle-class girl saw the world, and it wasn’t good enough? Where are my pearls? I must clutch them! Ok, I am aware of how jarring I sound. So, to avoid being egged or spat at, please bear with me...  Previously, I was always surrounded by people better-travelled than I. I’d return to school and university post-holidays, braced to hear about friends’ umpteenth trip to New York or Namibia, or worse, hear my lifelong adversary: the question “Do you...