We go on a demo in London. It’s about x. Then there is a meeting of the entire student body to debate whether we should occupy the admin block because y : the Vice-Chancellor argues against it because z but it’s a foregone conclusion that it’s going to happen, just for the lark of it. So we spend some nights ‘occupying‘ the building, fooling around, drinking, and playing an epic game of Monopoly. I take shifts ‘guarding’ the front door but nobody bothers to come: and then we go. ‘Fucking repressive tolerance,’ hisses a newly minted Marcusian as we troop out.