The time had come another year, where we head off to the mass grave of snowmen, known as Carroty Wood; for the 2011 installment of the Genesis weekend away!
There were the three of us in the band, Matt leading on the keyboard, Dan on drums, and myself on the guitar. At first, i was a little skeptical about what kind of sound a band of three could produce, but once we'd started practicing, it came together quite well, and we managed to get a good sound out of what we'd got. I was sharing a room with Dan, and we had prearraned a couple of ways that we could make Matt's weekend just that little bit colder. I'd thought of a couple of things we could have done, involving sharpie markers,but when I was given the idea of underwear freezing, I knew we had a winner.
Another matter of the case was night duty, something that we had assigned ourselves to do, it pretty much consisted of ourselves shining torches in peoples faces and screaming at them until they would either run, crying to their rooms, sit there staring at us, or hurt us.
When I was looking through my suitcase one time, I found something which at the time was more precious than gold!... a padlock and key. It must have come with the case for locking up, because I didn't pack it myself, but it wasn't MY case that I locked up, it was Beer Matt's. Over the course of the hour, the memory of it slowly faded away, that is until Matt walked at me, stopped and said; 'Keys please.' - how he assumed it was me I don't know. After about quarter of an hour, I gave him the keys, but a sudden realisation hit me, Matt now had the padlock and the keys, this realisation had obviously hit him aswell.
It was then time for the first activity; archery, me, Dan, Matt and Simon were helping. And I noticed, that amongst the arm braces, and for some reason, a pack of cards in the archery box, there were some coloured felt tips.I wont go into detail here, but there was an epic fight between me, Dan and Matt in which Matt ended up looking like he'd very messily eaten some curry.
Later on that day, I was warned of a South- African intruder in my dorm, I rushed down immediately to see what had happened, and it turned out that Matt had come up with the original idea of padlocking up my bag, fortunately for me, Matt never had the intellect to lock up a padlock, and all I needed to do was simply pull it off. Now Matt had the key, and I had the padlock, therefore, neither of us could use it.
A couple of other incidents occured throughout the day, such as posessions gaffa taped to the wall, and slippers in the freezer, but later on that night, or morning depending on how you look at it. Dan and I decided to pull off the piece de resistance. We headed off upstairs at about one in the morning, after having aquired a pair of Matt's underwear (clean, may I add) After making a camp for ourselves out of beanbags, we went to the kitchen. We filled up a measuring jug with water, and then lowered the boxers into their watery grave. But something didn't seem complete... so we put an orange in, and then put it in the freezer, giggling all the while.
We woke up at about 7 that morning, to the sound of Happy Day being played at full volume, a noise that would wake anyone want to run screaming, and that i did, straight to the kitchen freezer. What I found was a block of ice, with Matt's underwear in the middle... and an orange.
Matt's chance for revenge came a few hours later that day, on the low ropes course; an area so muddy, that no one comes out without being confused for bigfoot. I knew that this would be Matt's chance for his own back, so I decided to stay back for a while, as far away from the swamp as possible. This worked for the first 45 or so minutes, but then everyone decided to turn on me. I was accompanied to the swamp willingly, and put on the platform, in effect walking the plank. I asked to say a few words. 'Dear friends, I ca-' And then they pushed me in.
I'll let you go.
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