Last night was the first Score! of the year and whilst these guys probably didn’t Score from the looks of things a lot of other people certainly did.
As ever the photos are up in the galleries and I’d just like to take a moment to say that although I look wasted in the photos I am sober (and to the people that were asking, yes that is my real hair).
The photos are also up on Facebook again to help you track down just who that random person who jumped into your photo was: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.
I know I said the photos should be up by lunch time last night when I was taking the photos, but I had trouble getting up for breakfast - The photos are now up though so if last night is a bit of a blur, rest assured the photos aren’t.
And if you can’t be bothered to nab them yourself to put them up on Facebook, I’ve already done it for you: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.
And remember it’s no tickets for Score tonight, so get here early - I’m in the bar already.
It was more ‘at ease’ that at attention last night, although thankfully there were no privates on parade at the Freshers’ Army Party - At least not on my watch and certainly not on my camera.
If I ’shot’ you last night you might be in the galleries, so go on and have a look and if you want to play tag the photos are all on Facebook as well - Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
And to those people who were disappoint I was G.I. Joe and not a G.I. Jane, I promise I’l try and make up for it tonight at the Back 2 Skool Disco - Remember to check availability for tickets for this and any of the other Union events, check the SU website.
If you’re a Fresher and found your way here, congratulations on remembering what I told you last night - here’s the proof I am not just a weirdo with dodgy hair*.
The first photos of Freshers’ are now up in the galleries. For those that want to play tag with the photos I’ll have them up on Facebook in a bit and put the links up on here. If your photo ddn’t make it up I’m sorry, make sure I take it tonight and I’ll try to do a better job next time.
Edit: The photos are now up on Facebook and like the Alien Quadrilogy in four parts - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 and remember for information on Freshers’ events go to GlamSU.com.
*Although I will not deny that my hair is decidedly dodgy at the moment.
…For a week at least, luckily however Wales isn’t another country as I can’t find my passport at the moment.
I would say I am taking a holiday, as I do have a week off of work whilst I am there, but I will still be working. That is if you consider taking photos of drunk students work. I said last year that was going to be my last Freshers’ and I was wrong, so I won’t say that this year will be my last Freshers’ Week - Merely that it’s the 10th I will have attended.
Today is “Talk Like a Pirate Day”, although living in Bristol as I do that makes no real difference as most people sound like pirates every day.
In observance of the day I am due to set sail shortly and head off to a friends where the grog will be passed around more than a few times tonight I suspect and as I cannot give you grog over the Internet here are some jokes I have plundered from PirateJokes.net:
How do pirates know that they are pirates?
They think, therefore they ARRRR!!!!!
What’s a horny pirate’s worst nightmare?
A sunken chest with no booty!
Did you hear about the pirate who took up boxing?
He had a killer left hook!
What does a pirate say when he has a heart attack?
Arrr! Me heartie!
Why couldn’t the pirates play cards?
The captain was standing on the deck!
And here are a few longer ones…
So, there’s this pirate ship in the midst of a long voyage. The men have grown terribly bored. A pirate amongst them happens to know a bunch of magic tricks, and he decides to put on a magic show. His parrot, however, is quite gossipy and can’t keep it’s mouth shut.
The pirate begins his first trick, and tha parrot gives it away by saying “rawwk, the coin is in the other hand, rawwk!”
Frustrated, the pirate tries another trick, but again, the parrot gives it away by blurting out “rawwk, look under the table, rawwk!”
This goes on for some time, to a point that the pirate can’t manage to perform anything spectacular to entertain the crew. His anger towards his blabbermouth parrot eventually grows so phenomenal that one night he gets very drunk and accidentally crashes the ship into some rocks.
Sobering up the next morning, he finds himself adrift on some wreckage. The parrot, ever the attentive sidekick, happens to land next to him looking quite puzzled. It says to him:
“Rawwk, Okay, I give up, What’d ya do with the boat?”
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A guy walks into a pub with a t-shirt that says “Pirates are stupid for 3 reasons!” He walks up to the bar, orders an ale. and sits down. He no more than gets his quaff when a smelly old sot comes up to him and says, “Aaargh, thar, matey! What’s that yer shirt be sayin’ thar?”
The guy looks around, looks the man straight in the eyes (well, in his one good eye, anyway), and says “Reason number 1 — Pirates can’t read!” Then he turns around to enjoy his beverage.
Not used to this sort of disrespect, the surly gent takes his hooked arm, lays it aggressively on the man’s shoulder, and slowly says, “What’s that ye be sayin’ thar, sonny-boy?”
The guy looks around again, looks his aggressor square in the eye this time, and enunciates, “Rea-son num-ber 2 — Pirates can’t hear!” And again, he turns around to face the bar.
Well, by this time, the old codger has had enough. He backs up, pulls his sword, and growls, “Aaaaargh, ye bilge rat, that be enuff of yer sass! Stand up and fight, ye lubber, yer soon to be acquainted with Davy Jones, his-self!”
With that, the guy stands up, pulls his pistol, and shoots the pirate dead through his one good eye. He drops his head as he watches him fall, sighs, and says, “Reason #3 — You pirates are constantly bringing swords to gunfights!”