The Taf

Being pulled out of The Taf means only one thing: you're drowning. The smell of something dragged out of a river, with an undertone of chunder, hits you when you enter Caridff's numero uno on-campus student haven. Students, acquainted with a low standard of both beer and hygiene, will feel right at home away from the scary 'real life' of fully priced booze and tax-paying. Behind the pretence that we've 'got work to do', students are gathering ammo for our stereotype, embarking on another day beneath the dim lighting and trying to work out what's really in the Pimm's.

Hannah Van Den Bergh

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