of space left, with around a hundred people coming through the door, swing dancers turned up looking for a stage; we reshuffled. Hot soup was a welcome boost for the still healthy-numbered group remaining at 5am in the booze-free Barron. We ran on adrenaline (and caffeinated hot stuff). President Miranda Stuart reflected through blurry morning eyes and a grin: "I boiled four pumpkins for soup but I like to think that a greater soup was made." It was an opportunity for people to push themselves out their comfort zones, physically and creatively, and the effects were quite something: "I played jazz like I've never played Jazz before!" said one; "unleashed", said another. "Before tonight my art was a puny Chihuahua. Tonight the Rottweiler was unleashed. It needed no treats." Well, nobody actually said that but I'm sure many were thinking it... As an artist in my 4th year, I have at times found St Andrews quite a difficult place to get motivated/ find the time/space to make stuff, that's why I find events like this so brilliant. In my time here I have witnessed great improvements in the culture and creativity of the town, with arts related societies mushrooming all over the place. We should encourage the changes making their way into the prospectus - I would have been in more of a rush to come here if I had known there were so many creative possibilities. So, hats off to the heroic stamina of the attendees, particularly the unflagging