Thursday, October 20, 2005

But I was very, very drunk...

Quote of the moment:
"W00t! £10 on the floor! Awesome!" - me. Unfortunately I was persuaded to spend it on shots, but nearly half of them (3) went down me, so w00t.

Rowing social this evening. As predicted, didn't work out. Ended up with a Mechanical Engineer called John (obviously MALE) who quit before we headed into the union due to a lack of ticket. Personally I carried on, right through being cautioned by the bouncers over mimicing puking in the corner. My bad. Was in training for "The something" which began with P, but I can't remember it. Anyway, I was downing half a pint of Carling then topping it up with a bottle of either WKD or VK (the latter bars, including the union, only had VK) and dowing the result.

The full thing (starting with a P) is a pint of lager and a pint of snakebite, down half the lager and replace with WKD, down half and replace with VK, down 2 mouthfuls and replcae with vodka shots, do the same with the snakebite, then down both "pints". The average is about 40 minutes but according to the 3rd year (medic) who told me about it (while tied to someone else) Lewis, the 6ft6 novice women's captain, has done it in 6 1/2 minutes, which is the rowing club record. That's what I have to aim for then. Apparently he chundered afterwards, so no shame there either.

2 comments:

Will said...

I'm quite impressed with the lack of mistakes in that. Hurrah! I do remember concentrating very hard on correcting myself.

So far I've spotted "dowing", "replcae" and the thing starting with P is called "The Project".

I also forgot to mention that due to the lack of girls they all had a senior and a novice, one on each side, so I persuaded one set to do a scrum front row and carry the girl with her arms over their shoulders (and her legs still moving with theirs, obviously). I then loosened my leg tie enough to hoist John over my shoulders in a semi fireman's lift and ran after them down the middle of the road... which was when the police van turned up behind us and started honking at everyone in the middle of the road. It would have been awesome if they'd got out and chased the four-legged trios.

Will said...

Oooh... fighting talk...

You have dishonoured my family and insulted the Shaolin temple. You will die*!

*be soundly thrashed in a downing match by my new madskillz. No funnels allowed, Vince.