Anyone that has been to our house in the past week or two will have met Jeremy – especially at the party last night where he was far from a sociable chap though seems to have gone down very well. It is with a heavy heart, then, that I announce the unfortunate demise of Jeremy as he sits, dismembered, in our hallway.

For those of you that don’t know what in blazes I’m talking about, allow me to recount the entire story. Around two weeks ago, a prank was hatched very much off the cuff. John decided to hide a large box in Scott’s room (both and, incidentally, probably all of the names mentioned herein are housemates) and did so by disguising it as a man (In Scott’s clothes) and propping him up in his dirty laundry hamper. This feat was soon exaggerated as Scott’s clothes were stuffed with a towel and attached to one another to form Jeremy. The clinching factor? Jeremy’s ‘face’ is a mask of the Joker from the dark knight film.

Jeremy was then placed in various places around the house, much to the terror of everyone. He might be waiting in a shadowed room, or outside your door. Likewise, he could be sat on the toilet or hanging from the stairs. One never really knew where or when Jeremy would next strike, though it was decided to bring Jeremy out for the premature Hallowe’en [Microsoft word tells me that this is an incorrect spelling, but I know better] party and allow him to meet more people.

Over the course of the evening, then, Jeremy was sat next to, around and on and gradually assumed a more unorthodox shape. He currently exists as two halves of an effigy littered about our hall. How the mighty have fallen or, in this case, been dismembered.

Gaz out.