The sands of time move forward to around
November 2000, and a Medics night at the imaginatively titled
Scu-bar. We all got very very drunk this night, I remember it
particularly well. Even Kate Carlisle went out. Good Lord. Vicky
here seems to be using a giant invisible camera. No? Ok...
Same night, and Alex, Jay and Helen
were also in attendance. Keeping up with the invisible theme,
Alex has an invisible Casio keyboard infront of him.
Oh, how easy it would be to suggest
that Vicky was carrying an invisible box. But she wasn't. That
would be stupid. No, she was 'Having it large,' and dancing the
night away with Ms. Alexander.
Ah, the original line-up for Westlife. At
the back on the left, Andy Horton, 42 year old professional
bowler. Next to him, Alex Bell, so drunk, he can't even look at
the camera. Next to him, Jay Chirinos, seemingly having trouble
with his movements. Below Jay, Tom O'Brien, ten years too late
to be a Bruce Forsyth tribute act, and next to him Neil Jones,
primitive ape. My, how the good times would have rolled in the
music business for these boys.
Torremolinos 2000 now, and Alex Bell
suffers defeat on the It's A Knockout thing, to the hands of an
ugly girl. To his defence, it was 2.30am, we were a bit pissed,
and he didn't even balance on it.
As proved by this. No-one had taken
a shot at this point...
From the Friday before, and Helen's
birthday, here's Brian, and the aforementioned Helen. Looking
scarily like a couple...
Shrew and Neil on one of the busiest
days in first year. The last night of the play, a loss in the cup
final for Dalton, and young Thomas' 19th birthday. Hoorah! There
was a big party at the Firkin to mark all three events (well, two
of them anyway, who cares about Joe Hull)
A fine group of men, this was Dalton-Ellis FC, on a team night out to celebrate staying up by a point.
From left, it's Stu Youngs, Shrew, Rishi, Paul Holden, The Boy
Whittle, Mincer Packwood, a tiny bit of Neil Campbell, me, Alex,
Yeaso, Alex Lorca (The Legend) and Richard Arco-o-o-o.
Although, just who the waiter thinks he is crashing our big
picture I do not know. Looks embarrassed doesn't he...
Finally from first year, this
picture sums up Karaoke Night at the Firkin. On the right, two
people determined to put in their best performance, and to
convince themselves that they can sing. Note Neil's shut eyes,
and Tom's outstretched palm as he reaches for the note. Or
something. And, to the left, Shrew. A man who had a few too
many free tequilas, and invaded the stage, singing into his beer
bottle at times, and eating crisps during the instrumental. And
looking like the psamiad from that kid's tv programme where the
sand thing gives them wishes. He later went home and banged
on his door, telling himself to wake up. Genius. This photo wins
'Photo of the First Year!'
Halloween 2000, and phwoar!!! Look at the legs
on that, whatever it is. It's the trainers that ruin it for me
though...
Now these guys are cool. Perhaps a
little, 'Too Cool!' Get it? No? Ok. But check out the effort! And
the relatively clean state of our Furness kitchen.
For some reason, Neil wanted this to be the
sort of photo that the papperazi would take if the ever just
caught him on film for whatever reason. Neil, in his natural
habitat.
Look at cheeky Neil. It's almost like
he just farted or said the word 'poo' and can't stop chuckling to
himself. And it's almost as if Brian is disgusted by him.
And so we meet the end, and my
favourite picture of second year. What a sexy boy. The first time
he did this, he didn't growl, he almost refused to have it put on
film. He truly is the rubber faced man, stand back Jim Carrey,
there's a Shrew coming through.
There's some others backhere.
Ok, that's all from these, so return to themenu.