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| Bulge #1 |
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| Jack spelt T O M getting fondled |
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| Best dressed BY FAR |
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| The tent where Jack's laugh, means bad things for Dom's mat. |
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| Birthday Tent!! |
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| Happy birthdaaaay |
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| The near death experience that is a bundle |
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| Not even the river could get it off... |
We did make it to Newtown Tescos in one piece though, and despite me not buying the exotic entertainment requested from the top shelf, we sang our way to Teifi with Iain’s directions actually getting us all the way there!! Fresher Chris deserves special mention for doing what I could not and reaching the top shelf of the magazines, despite having to hold his trousers up at the same time (calm down Chris, it’s only Zoo!).
So after much complaining about the music, the second bus arrived at Teifi. Onesies were naturally everyone’s priority and as we began to drink our way into the night, it was as an odd collection of bats, bears, foxes, dinosaurs and rabbits that we made our way to the party marquee.
The DJ was a charming fellow (I think he’ll always hold a special place in his heart for us) and despite the somewhat questionable remixes, we managed to keep on drinking and dancing into the early hours. Ruth decided we all needed a few lessons in pole dancing at some point in the night and proceeded to shimmy her way up the big pole before being pulled down by someone obviously not enjoying the lesson. The party continued even after the music was turned off back at Camp LUCC with post-drinks in various tents and I’m afraid it’s here that my memories of the night end. (please, hold the jokes)
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| Bulge No#2 & freakiest human baton ever |
Saturday morning dawned and the banter began to fly, and as many tried to remember how they came to be where they were waking up, we started to eat through our Tesco bought breakfasts whilst staring at Stu’s sausages...
It took us a while, but we eventually got on the buses to take us upriver of the campsite where we began the actual kayaking part of the weekend (who knew we actually had to paddle?). The water was very calm and a good place to start for the freshie freshers who hadn’t paddled down the rocks, I mean river, on Freshers Trip.
The highlight of the day’s paddling came with the cauldron! Fewer swims than expected, AND it was great fun. However, sitting just upstream to the cauldron waiting for our turn, we did spy a little red river runner upside down and a rope being expertly thrown by Master Earnshaw from the rocks. Dom had gone just a few moments ago, but surely this swimmer could not be Dom, our river leader? No no, we thought, surely not. But as I made my safely down the cauldron, I spied a soggy looking Dom climbing up the rocks, so yes, Dominic Williams forgot his own welfare and took a little dip in the River Teifi :) stay tuned for more of his underwater adventures...
It took us a while, but we eventually got on the buses to take us upriver of the campsite where we began the actual kayaking part of the weekend (who knew we actually had to paddle?). The water was very calm and a good place to start for the freshie freshers who hadn’t paddled down the rocks, I mean river, on Freshers Trip.
The highlight of the day’s paddling came with the cauldron! Fewer swims than expected, AND it was great fun. However, sitting just upstream to the cauldron waiting for our turn, we did spy a little red river runner upside down and a rope being expertly thrown by Master Earnshaw from the rocks. Dom had gone just a few moments ago, but surely this swimmer could not be Dom, our river leader? No no, we thought, surely not. But as I made my safely down the cauldron, I spied a soggy looking Dom climbing up the rocks, so yes, Dominic Williams forgot his own welfare and took a little dip in the River Teifi :) stay tuned for more of his underwater adventures...
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| Obviously winning the photo competition! |
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| Best outfit!! |
So Saturday night rolled on not before we had sung a very happy 21st birthday to Schneiders and opened our flaps and munched our fill of pie, mash, mushy peas and gravy (which was to make another appearance later in the night). After which we went back to Camp LUCC and drank/warmed up/napped/spooned. Costumes were put on (and made in my case to avoid toga-wearing in the freezing cold) and Greg’s and Sam’s bulges admired equally. Best costume I think goes to Fiona for her amazing gold medal (that’s architects for you!) and congrats to Sam for scaring Schneids so much she asked Iain to stand in between them!
The lanes – Liam, Chris, Iain, Matt, Schneiders, Me, James- spent a lot of time lying on the dance floor for pictures, which Liam helpfully pointed out had been where he had peed the night before, and Boris had a cheeky snog with a random (naughty) as we drank through happy hour and beyond. At some point in the night, Spud needed blacking up, and for some reason- I blame the Jacks-Adi, Graham, both Jacks and I ended up looking a little browner than at the start of the night along with Spud the lightning Bolt.
SO the night went on, a conga line (or congo line as Kim likes to call them) led by Kim and Liam took the entire dance tent into the bar tent, leaving a confused Stu/Boris alone on the dance floor holding a pint, and other antics of the night included Iain’s not-so-tactical chunder in the field behind the tent, Adi attempting to teabag the burning fire poles, the DJ receiving some lovingly written insults on Greg’s torch skirt largely focussed on vaginas (I do apologise for giving it to him). Making up for my rather naughty mishap with the DJ, I preceded to graffiti every bit of bare skin I could find of other uni’s with LUCC. Suck on that Aber!!
Sam’s Olympic challenges entertained us all as he ate his way through a cold pie, and drank a shot of congealed gravy, YUM. The face of defeat as he sat down on the chair, mouth stuffed full with pie shaking his head was unfortunately not captured on camera! Neither was the groan that erupted from us when Greg, when asked what uni he was from, proceeded to shout “LIVERPOOL JOHN MOORES UNIVERSITY” into the microphone. No Greg, we’re LUCC.
The lanes – Liam, Chris, Iain, Matt, Schneiders, Me, James- spent a lot of time lying on the dance floor for pictures, which Liam helpfully pointed out had been where he had peed the night before, and Boris had a cheeky snog with a random (naughty) as we drank through happy hour and beyond. At some point in the night, Spud needed blacking up, and for some reason- I blame the Jacks-Adi, Graham, both Jacks and I ended up looking a little browner than at the start of the night along with Spud the lightning Bolt.
SO the night went on, a conga line (or congo line as Kim likes to call them) led by Kim and Liam took the entire dance tent into the bar tent, leaving a confused Stu/Boris alone on the dance floor holding a pint, and other antics of the night included Iain’s not-so-tactical chunder in the field behind the tent, Adi attempting to teabag the burning fire poles, the DJ receiving some lovingly written insults on Greg’s torch skirt largely focussed on vaginas (I do apologise for giving it to him). Making up for my rather naughty mishap with the DJ, I preceded to graffiti every bit of bare skin I could find of other uni’s with LUCC. Suck on that Aber!!
Sam’s Olympic challenges entertained us all as he ate his way through a cold pie, and drank a shot of congealed gravy, YUM. The face of defeat as he sat down on the chair, mouth stuffed full with pie shaking his head was unfortunately not captured on camera! Neither was the groan that erupted from us when Greg, when asked what uni he was from, proceeded to shout “LIVERPOOL JOHN MOORES UNIVERSITY” into the microphone. No Greg, we’re LUCC.
Anyway, the night was a success, and despite my near death experience (no joke) at the bottom of a 30-person bundle, it was enjoyed by all.
Sunday’s paddling started much earlier as our Welfare Officer coaxed our Captains out of bed who in turn turfed us all out our tents. Tents were packed up, bags packed and put into vans and we got on the river at the campsite. A quick good deed of the day from Dom’s group involving pushing a van out of the mud provided a great warm up to a rainy but fun day of paddling. Because of the calm waters, Liam decided that paddling over branches sticking out the water would liven up the day and it was only when we got to something a bit choppier that he put his feet back in the boat!
The swim count rose throughout the day, and Dom’s underwater adventures CONTINUED as he decided to take a dip on Henlan Falls along with all the freshers who attempted it and came oh so close to surviving dry (there weren’t many of us) but it was all good wet fun and what would a weekend paddling be without a swim? Jack Ward’s first swim for many many months gave him a bit of a shock to the system and it was with this and some impressive boat rescuing skills that we finished paddling and trecked up to the waiting minibuses to get naked on the side of the road.
The swim count rose throughout the day, and Dom’s underwater adventures CONTINUED as he decided to take a dip on Henlan Falls along with all the freshers who attempted it and came oh so close to surviving dry (there weren’t many of us) but it was all good wet fun and what would a weekend paddling be without a swim? Jack Ward’s first swim for many many months gave him a bit of a shock to the system and it was with this and some impressive boat rescuing skills that we finished paddling and trecked up to the waiting minibuses to get naked on the side of the road.
I think the only thing left to mention is the well-earned bootie beer of Gareth who, on finishing packing up the buses and strapping all the kayaks to the roof racks, tried to get in to drive one and realised he had somehow misplaced his keys. The misplaced keys were in his drysuit pocket, in his kayak, on the roof. There is video evidence I believe, and well done Gareth for accepting the consequences of being an absolute numpty. :) And so with that the weekend ended and we drove back through Sheep-shagging country towards home, stopping off at McDonalds in Aber, where on seeing a group of people he really did not want to offend, Adi made a quick dash into the toilets to whiten himself up. The Jacks remained rather tanned until they got home.
ALSO despite sincerely missing Spud and Ruth :( :( who came and went throughout the weekend, congrats have to be given to them for their volunteering with River Legacy to help run the entire weekend!! Oh, and Ruth well done on pulling the DJ (though not sure which one?) and on an old LUCC romance apparently. Also mentions go to Spud for relighting Alps romance in her sexy pink tent... At least it wasn't a filing cabinet this time. Cheeky.
Teifi= DONE. Here’s to not remembering much of the next one!! :)
Life’s Short- Paddle Hard.
Life’s Short- Paddle Hard.
PADDLING LOVE & WETNESS GUARANTEED
Hannah ‘Double J apparently I like shoulder blades ’ James-Johnson
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Victims of Teifi 2012: Dom’s roll mat. RIP. Gabby and Jack, you filthy filthy people. Keep it in your pants or on your own roll mat.
Best Achievement of Teifi '12: Jak Hills's 4 litres in 4 hours cider challenge.
Best Achievement of Teifi '12: Jak Hills's 4 litres in 4 hours cider challenge.
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