New Wine Memories

I decided that because Rosie asked me, and I have left some things out of my other New Wine post, that I should do another one including the things I missed out.

Some of the best memories of New Wine:

One of them would have to be the constant attempts of climbing/jumping over the fence into the field. Many times we attempted it, and many times we failed, admittedly I was the worst. One time, I had a massive run up to the fence, ran up to it, raised my legs to jump over, but aimed a bit low and smashed through the fence! My first instinct as the coward I am was to run away. But then I relalised that I'm not the 'menace to society' type, and so I stayed to help fix it, fortunately we did, and no damage was done. Well, I say we, I just stood and watched everyone else.

Another memory would be my first shave. Rosie had become fed up with my 'moustache' which she escribed as looking like bumfluff. Because of this, I signed a contract agreeing to shave it off, as it happened, I didn't, Sof did. As he was sat there, attacking my manhood with a razor, I thought of the clever idea of shaving off his sideburns, as it happens, I didn't do this fully, Mike did. He was not best pleased.

Something that I doubt I'll forget, is the mighty tumbleweed. We decided that there were too many awkward silences that had gone un-tumbleweeded, and so we came up with the catchphrase 'release the tumbleweed!' However, this wasn't enough, we had to MAKE one. We grabbed a load of dried up grass and spent about half an hour neatly balling it together until we had the finished masterpiece. We now had a fully funtional tumbleweed ready to protect the world from awkward situations!

On the last night, we decided that it would be fun to all sleep outside in our sleeping bags. As it happened, it was! Although I did have my face abused with a sharpie marker to find out that I had a goatie, moustache, glasses, smiley face and Harry Potter scar drawn on. I looked like a walking doodle cliché