| Raisin Weekend, part the second: The Morning After |
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| I love the smell of shaving foam in the mornings. The academic kids head to Sallies Quad for the annual foam fight, picking up some intriguing Raisin Receipts along the way. Seen enough? Check out what happened the night before, go to photogallery central, or return to my homepage. |
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| [LEFT] All dressed up with somewhere to go (l-r: Veg, Flash, Rory, Emma, Adam, Sam) [BELOW] Collective costuming: 20 first years from Hamilton Hall make their way to the quad as part of the world's slowest dragon. |
| A neglectful father pays the price: having failed to find his kids a Raisin Receipt, Colin has to fulfil the role himself. (RRs = embarassing/silly presents from fathers, which kids must carry to the Quad. Others spotted that morning include: a washing machine, a bath, a lawnmower, various road signs & at least one traffic cone) |
| Before the carnage: children & parents gather outside the Quad. Note the distant Smurfs (left). Costumes not pictured here include: - several pints of Guinness; - the Seven Dwarfs (who later had a pitched battle with the Smurfs); - a bloke dressed as Mrs Ross, St Andrews' friendly local evangelical leafletteer: "You're all going to Hell!" (s)he informed us, then looked at Sam, whose shaving foam bottle was tucked in her cleavage. "...And you're probably already there."; - and a pair of topical/tasteless 'Arabs', complete with replica shotguns. Let no-one ever say St Andrews is out of touch with reality... |
| [LEFT] The one photo I dared take of the inside |
| The kids, post-Quad - some of them missing parts of their costumes ("He wrestled me to the ground and raped me of my ponytail..." explained Rory). |