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September 24, 2007 | by  | in Opinion |
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AGM/Talk Like a Pirate

This week on SalientTV: AGM videos and International Talk Like a Pirate Day

Find out what happened at this year’s VUWSA AGM. Also, talking like pirates.

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  1. peteremcc says:

    Wheres the other motion?

  2. Nick Archer says:

    Ran out of space on the camera Peter, had to use the Salient stills camera in video mode as the VUWSA camera was unavailable, as well as take still photographs for Salient news section. But for the election night coverage the VUWSA camera should be available, this is important as the results come out after Salient production night so Salient will be blogging the results and putting up video footage as well…

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