This story raises a lot of questions;
1) How shit must Warwick be if you have to come to Nottingham for your Xmas works do?
2) How shit must your job be if you have to have your Xmas works do at Jongleurs, listening to some semi-employed gimp who goes round the country saying the same things to a different group of students every other night?
3) Where the fuck is Warwick, anyway?
4) Isn't the Waterfront shit?