Cambridge Sprint O

We assembled at Goodwin bright an early on Saturday morning. (Well the early part is true) I was allocated to be in a car with Dave driving and his arrival was certainly stamped with his mounting the curb at about 30 miles an hour. Unfortunately for Rhys, Will and I it was a sigh of things to come.

Several disconcerting swerves and large amounts of nervous laughter later we arrived at the event, albeit with a power slide heading straight for a metal post. We were a little early and that being so we seemed to disturb some strange man sized worm like animals. By this time other Universities had arrived, the weather had improved and it was time to race. Most of the course was path running so all of ShUOC qualified for the semi-final with relative ease. Time for Wil and me to play on the childrens attractions. Unfortunately none of the girls qualified for the final but I think they had fun anyway. The boys fared better with good runs from Andy L, Dave H and Rhys securing three out of the allocated four places. They finished in that order so a ShUOC top three. Rhys was in a boo because the map was not accurate. Well done to Andy as he is still suffering from shin splints, hence him wearing some very attractive white football boot type things. Or maybe he was just trying to impress Becca.

TIME FOR THE ALC-O!

A strong field of 21 lined up to do three loops and 4 drinks. Bitter, larger, cider then punch. I say a strong field; people on either side of me didnt have a compass thinking they wouldnt need one. Suffice to say they did rubbish. My first pint went down quickly but not a quick as Wils who soon picked up his map and ran off. EVERYONE followed him and as we completed what we thought was the first loop and arrived back at the drinks station we realised the map had been tampered with and north was south and south was north. But, Rhys had somehow got it right and ended up in first even though he didnt have a map. By this time the field had spread out. It was time for the larger. Wil shouting right Im avin this! and drinking it in seconds firmly placed him in the lead. Rhys was still wandering around with no map. The subsequent loops and cider went down without a hitch and Wil stormed the final leg and punch to make him the winner. As Dave and I raced in he was being sick. I was second, Dave third and Rhys after vomiting into his punch and drinking it finished fourth. ShUOC top 4. Might even have been 5 but not sure exactly where Dickinson came. Sarah did a massive vom, and then Kronenberg man was born.

We drove the cars into Cambridge. Dumped our gear at Hamishs house (legend) and went for curry. Tom Bridge shouted abuse and tried to entice Ruth from Oxford to sit with him. The old fishing line technique didnt work. Food was spicy, and I stole Wils popadom.

It was then time for the club. Well I say a club, more like a room with a mirror and what appeared to be a school desk with some alcohol on. I think it was about 378 for a half. Gaz, Dave H and I went to the pub before the prize giving, Rhys and Tom B bought some vodka. Wil downed a bottle of wine. Hazel tried to make me dance but I was too drunk to stand up properly. She then asked the Cambridge types where we could go that wasnt s*!t. We all left in search of a real club. I exited with 8 stolen coat hangers dangling form my neck. We ended up in a pub. Wil, Rhys and I decided it was time to try and steal a punting boat. But, not before Rhys had convinced himself that the colleges in Cambridge kept live lions in the grounds. Much 20 foot high spiked fences were negotiated along with a fair share of walls. Rhys couldnt be arsed with all the climbing so decided to jump a 10 foot wide moat. Very impressive. We were un-successful in stealing a boat so wandered back to our luxury floor accommodation.

Morning arrived so it was time for a hearty spoons fried breakfast. Yum. After the 5 mile walk back to the cars we were treated to Gazs car not starting.

The drive home with Dave was certainly thrilling. I awoke to find the car doing about 70 mph, skidding sideways, on the wrong side of the road, heading straight for an oncoming Landrover. Apparently there was a pheasant in the road. We arrived home alive which signalled the end of Cambridge for another year.

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