That's all, folks!

This year, I have had an egotistical, wonderful time writing your horoscopes and satire articles. It feels quite strange to start a sentence with “this year I,” rather than “this week you.” Unfortunately for you, I will be retiring as Catnip editor to relocate to the enemy territory of University College London.

When one writes one of these saccharine farewells, it is difficult to not seem mawkish, especially in a satire section. I think that the key to writing good satire is not entirely knowing whether you are telling the truth or lying yourself.

You may have noticed that I have laid out all of my section this week in the style of a fashion or arts magazine. This is to indicate that I am a deeply shallow person. Or perhaps to annoy the editors and copyeditors.

I would like to thank the academy! I would also like to thank the current editor-in-chief and the previous Catnip editor. Myself! Did I mention myself? Most of all, myself. My dear, dear self.

I hope you have enjoyed my work. If you did not, I am even more glad. I have been unglamorously desperate for your attention as Imperial’s resident jester.

And so we continue. Felix moves from its third quarter quell into its seventy-sixth year, and we approach another academic year of our short lives in this funny nation.

“I’m not sentimental – I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last – the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won’t.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise