Top Banana

This weekend has been of the most epic of proportions. Beautiful weather, great friends, wasted and ridiculous times and a lil bit of sport. What more can you ask for?

I had a free weekend from football as the planned trip didn't really materialise as planned, so had time to fill, and filled it with comparative ease. Time was spent getting drunk, soaking up the rays and attempting to throw Beddoe in the lake. All in a weekend's worth of fun and "hawkward" antics.

The weekend started with a night in good old classic B-Town, with all of the returning University people plus the usual Bedford crowd. Probably 20 of us in total, and it has to rank up there as one of the best. The pre-drinks were a bit quiet, with a couple of newcomers to the ranks. Taiwanese Tina and Ellie Goulding taking it particularly easy, resisting the pressure from the professional wasters that myself and Beddoe definitely are. Lili however, was racing ahead of the crowd, seeing off whole glasses of straight vodka with the ease of a trotting horse. (It was only water...) After we got our minibus to town, trying to not to put the cabbie in an uncompromising position, we made our way to Chameleon to meet the rest of the gang and proceeded to sink slowly into our drinking trousers. Many attempted rapes from Fallis were just about escaped from, although Eddy failed to escape being tipped on his head, and many a photo were taken to add to what I will now call, Taiwanese Tina's Tourist Tally. After what seemed like forever, we made our way to Saints and despite more attempts from Fallis to gain attention and a definite rape from everyone on me, because, apparently, it's now a "rule" for a guy to end up without his shirt for the rest of the night, and that night was my turn! Great. I didn't let it get out of hand however. I reckon Beddoe and co. may have just got jealous of my superior physique. Ahem... Anyway, including the now famous photos for the TTTT, the night itself was adjudged by all to be fantastic. Saints has strange stages of music, where they play popular Indie and Dance tracks to just ... well... it was noise, quite frankly. During these, "noises", we went to fill up our stomachs with alcohol and came back for the good stuff. After a dodgy cardboard-tasting burger from Marrrrrrio's, we got a minibus home via Kenya, (a.k.a Renhold), and after half-a-revelation from Fallis, made it home and after some compulsory half-intoxicated Facebooking, went to sleep.

But not for long. Nope. I was awake at 1.30pm, (Practically an early morning start nowadays!), for a planned trip to Bedford Park to enjoy the evident Sun. Despite it being only 20 degrees, it was apparently a Heatwave? Anyway, we spent a fantastic day lazing around, playing football, finding out that Kettle is a more talented actor than footballer, nearly throwing Beddoe in the lake and retrieving the football from said lake. I won't mention my teams humiliating loss in the Rounders match, but luckily, everyone had seemed to forgotten what the forfeit was for the losing captain, so remained silent. I think Mother Mitten would have been seething to find me coming home soaking wet and smelling of lake water, which may include anything from duck faeces to anaconda skin. After even more photos to the TTTT, we made our way to Bankers for a sort of late dinner, then made our way home before being inticed on a night out, even if we were wearing shorts, flip-flops and all other sorts of summer gear!

Once again, I didn't get to sleep until the very late morning, and woke up today to find we were playing golf. A late idea, but none the less, a successful one. My last game was... well, it was last Summer, so I wasn't expecting to be fantastic. I started slow but a strong finish, (plus a professional looking chip-in on the 3rd!), saw me land with a solid enough 85, and we all went home happy. After tonight's pub quiz, in which our team should have just been called 'Adam Jones' instead of 'Quizzie Rascal', (due to his superior intelligence), and nearly being killed by speed bumps on the way home that make Becher's Brook look tiny, I have just one thing to say.

This weekend, as Reggie Yates would say ... Top Banana!