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► Whisky Walk 2007
Whiskey Walk 2007
Starring, in no particular order:
Kirby
Emily
Andy
Rob
Chris M
Chris S
Owain
Kate
Maruut
A big thanks to everyone who turned up, including a mention for the guy from
the canoe club who lasted a fair while before being driven off by climbing
conversation almost geek like in its technical detail, about which single
bit of gear can be used in which climbs, and the merits/flaws of size 16
cams..
This years story begins at the Park Village swings which are playing a more
and more important role in the Whiskey walk each year, providing a full
heady mix of seating, entertainment and raw adrenaline fueled danger.
A fine selection of Whiskey was produced and reduced before people decided
to supplement their alcohol intake with the odd beverage ( beer - a very odd
beverage, yeuch.. ) from East Slope bar in the hope of having some of the
precious malt for the walk itself. Someone also brought Jack Daniels.
It was a bit worrying that even before we left certain people could not
master the coordination to catch a juggling ball, or even sit on a swing
without falling off.
When later asked about it, she claimed she was "thrown to the floor" .
In the interests of preserving peace and harmony Emily's name has been
camouflaged..
pEiMxIiLlYated: " This totally wasn't my fault!"
With further adieu we set off once more into the wooded darkness with what
was left of the alcohol and a large Mattok.
The group was temporarily waylaid on route by a large climbing frame beside
the path cunningly disguised as a fallen tree.
So cunning was the disguise that one might assume an ordinary passer by may
have passed by ordinarily without ever realising that it was infact a
climbing frame in disguise.
In slightly less time than it takes to say "Where's my Camera", the tree was
draped with drunken climbers at play in their natural habitat.
Kate at this point was starting to feel the effects of eating practically
nothing, well maybe a small steak, but of insignificant size when correctly
measured as a percentage of the cow.
As the walk progressed, the evil Whiskey Spirit slowly began to exert more
of an influence over Kate, issueing forth loud burps and spouting random
gibberish.
She valiantly struggled against the unholy influence that was trying to
possess her, but before long her path started to waver and her footsteps
slowly faltered as she endeavored to remain in control.
Soon however it was all to much and lacking the energy to continue the
struggle (due in part to not eating enough, ever! not to mention working too
hard) she fell, sat down on the path, then somehow managed to fall over
again.
Fortuitously our resident medic Chris was on hand to prescribe an intensive
course of water, to be taken several times a minute until the spirit was
beaten back or the bottle emptied.
Temporarily rejuvenated (reaquavated?) Kate was immediately evacuated to a
grassy slope near the edge of the woods where the she could gather strength
and enjoy the pretty view.
Onwards went a still hopeful party and after a brief rest at The Pylon
everyone felt suitably refreshed as we progressed ever deeper into the
gloom.
Fortunately Kirby happened to be paying attention to where we were going and
stopped us before we wandered off too far in to the wilderness, and in short
order the bottle site was found. At least the general area.
It took at least 3 (small) holes and possibly a little witchcraft to finally
locate the exact location.
After a quick but essential pose for the camera with the bottle, Andy swung
the trusty mattock and the bottle exploded into a million pieces. (some of
these were quite small so to the casual observer there may have appeared to
be fewer).
The messages from the previous year cascaded out and again shall remain
known only to those present,
or who ever finds out where they went.
A new bottle was emptied and then sounds of frantic scribbling could be
heard as people emptied what was left of their minds onto little bits of
paper, with much room to spare.
A strenuous editing process then took place with Maruut finally conceding
that although Emilys message was not worthy of a place in the bottle, he
couldn't be bothered to do anything further about it.
After much discussion a new hiding place was then decided apon where no one
would ever think to look, on the off chance they just happened to be in the
woods and looking for things. (ps looking on facebook is cheating). The dead
bottle was buried with all due ceremony with the Jack Daniels buried alive
along side it to serve it in the afterlife.. (spirit world?).
Amazingly enough the return trip was almost uneventful,
We made it back along the path with no injuries,
No one wandered off and got lost
We met up with Chris and Kate and staggered back to campus.
Why we decided to walk back from campus exactly is anybodies guess! at 3
in the morning?
Obviously i gave up and cycled home at this point, but still...
The End...
Rob
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