Author: Max Truell After Ben’s breakup and my two weeks of unfulfilling unemployment, we were in need of a mission, and we had just the one in mind. The plan started over a year ago and like most EMTH 119 lectures, Ben and I were not paying attention to robotic German maths lecturer and were … Continue reading Good Mates on Scarface
This story starts, as many do, during the early hours of the morning in the mighty Riccarton. Despite the darkness, Hamish and Marina were quite happy with their sleep, and begun an optimistic conversation about their preparedness as we pulled up next to Georgia’s house. That convo turned to shit with her addition, that’s for … Continue reading Cloud Rock Bivvy
3rd – 4th February By Zoë Marshall-Means What a start to the year. I decided to ditch my mates at Electric Ave at midnight the night before (dick move, I know), in order to go on Freshers. I messaged Hovey at 2am, informing him that I was coming, packed by 3, got Max to share … Continue reading Freshers!
There was a bit of theme on this impromptu, poorly researched but awesome and remote 3 day weekend-but-not-really-a-weekend. With end of term assignments stacking up, I wanted to be free of uni early so I stayed up till 4 in the early hours of Sunday morning to finish an assignment (just standard uni stuff, right?). … Continue reading Shaun gets Stuck and Hovey Hits his Head
Two and a half hours of sleeping later my alarm went off at the bright and early time of 5am. That’s what happens when you host the CUSSC Intro BBQ at your flat the night before. Congregating at the foundry car park we were off in no time, driving out of the city in two … Continue reading Brass Monkey Biv