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One fine Sunday morning in a galaxy far far away, some dirty folk set off for the strange land known only as the Pishwantia System. It was a long and perilous journey in which the majority went in the big red intergalactic minibus which I can only imagine was a magical place filled with happiness, magic, wonder and emus. I myself travelled on a scooty puff junior.

We met up at exactly somewhere around 11, and we were met by the well known jedi master known by his great jedi name of Roger, and from here we went into the space woods to begin galactic tree felling, using supernova saws (like normal saws only with a vaguely sci-fi name). We apologized to the space trees as we felled them, and then we used them to make fence posts (for space fences) and the smaller bits we weaved in between (using a space technique of weaving). It was great fun using laser axes to sharpen the end of the space tree into a point!

Then sudden jeopardy! An attack happened in which the great moon god Rabobo sent his alien warriors to smite us and we were left to defend our mighty space fence using only spoons and a great fondness for cake. After our fondness for cake left the alien army of the moon god in tatters we got back to reality and Margaret turned up (A lady who works at Pishwanton) with a fella called Wolfgang and a Labrador. At this point nothing else really mattered as there was a Labrador called Toffee to play with (a space Labrador no less). Aren’t Labradors great?

At lunch time we stopped and congregated in a small asteroid belt at the edge of the Pishwantia system and we were given a decent portion of amazo-soup, (like soup only better and more space like) along with biscuits, and homemade biscuits and brownies given by Roger and Margaret, which were yummy! Lunch time was also when Ivy taught us a game called Mafia which was really fun!

Sadly the fun and space games had to come to an end and it was time to head back to the planet Hoose in the Edinburgh galaxy. On the way back since Goodles had skived there was space in the intergalactic minibus red thing for myself and my scooty puff junior, and we merrily headed back to eat some space nachos!

Before this you probably all wondered how many times someone can write the word ‘space’ in one blog post, and now you know. Lots.

Transmission out, from Spacemarshal Bamalam.

The committee had a meeting on the 9/10/2014, here are our meeting minute highlights;

1. Big Green evening

There’s a Big Green evening on Friday 17th October, 5 till 11 in Teviot debating hall. There will be two hours of green societies and organisation stalls followed by a Ceilidh. Dirties will have a stall and various committee members will help man.

2. Sustainability grant

There’s a potential grant for grabs to fund a sustainability projects that’s slightly more original than usual. There will be two groups heading two potential projects. One will involve Billstone Glen, a protest site. The second will involve a campaign to raise awareness for planting native trees. Committee members have been assigned to head up each of these proposals.

 3. Tool budget

John has priced up various tools and it’s been agreed that he’s allowed to spend under £100.

 4. A.O.B

• Film night on Thursday at the Brass monkey, 6pm-9pm.
• We hope to have a Ceilidh with Zoosoc in January

The weather turned this week. Winter is coming. The days get shorter, the wind blows harder and to cope we go into denial. We dream of spring and the life and colour of hopeful new flowers. Where am I going with this? Well, this Sunday on the 7th October we headed over to Roslin Glen to participate in the Midlothian Science Festival where we planted a variety of different bulbs for the following year. I’ll admit that it’s not much to look at right now. In fact it’s not dissimilar to the aftermath of a mole infestation. But next year, when you’re going for a walk through the Glen in the brisk Spring air, you’ll see crocuses and daffodils, snow drops and bluebells. We hope they brighten your day.
We dedicate this to the many worms that were drastically shortened by an unfortunate spade thrust in service to those flowers and honour their noble sacrifice. Also digging holes is surprisingly fun.

Thanks Charlotte!