Sarannya Nanda A chill February wind curled down St. Leonards Road the evening of the University Hall Ball, carrying with it the kind of restless electricity that only a themed black-tie night in  St Andrews  can conjure. As I made my way toward the entrance of Kinkell Byre, the puddles on the cobblestones shimmered like sequins under lamplight, reflecting flashes of red feathers and satin bow ties. It felt, for a moment, as if the town itself had slipped into character, our

Sophie Rose Jenkins Balls in St Andrews are a perfect representation of the bewildering nature of The Bubble – amongst hundreds of people crammed on a dance floor, you will still bump into everyone you know. But back in November, we were enchanted out of the winter drizzle and down an even wilder rabbit hole into the curiouser and curiouser world of Wonderland for the Mermaids Christmas Ball.    Six impossible things hanging from the rafters in the Forest and Gardens. Photo c