The "helicopter"-the idea being to to rotate rapidly as you vomited-points for style and distance projected. The "pelican" {Canty} or "sharing a hot lunch"{Lincoln} where you vomited downwards into the upturned open mouth of the lucky recipient. Orientation week fun!
Some of these events were still going strong when I was at Massey in the 90s. Boat races were great fun and many a good night was had in the Fitz especially on Tuesdays (50c bourbon night).
Sadly the Fitz has closed its doors. The end of an era.
TOP QUOTE: “The problem with socialism is that sooner or later you run out of other people’s money.”
I was Official Photographer at the Clarendon Chunder Mile a couple of times. This was an annual - and memorable - event turned on by the University of Canterbury during my sojourn there.
Participants were required to run half a mile in the heats and one mile in the final. A total of six times round the then 440 yard track. There were strict rules to be adhered to.
Heats came first. Two laps of the track. Before each lap the "athlete" was required to drink a half gallon flagon of beer, then run the lap. Repeat for the second lap. If you chucked up in the heat you were eliminated from the event.
The finalists were the fastest non-chuck competitors from the heats (if there were any!). And here is where it got interesting. The final was the four lapper - the mile event.
Same rules plus a bit. No chuckling up allowed in the first 220 yards of the event nor in the last 220 yards of the event. (ie, first half of first lap and last half of last lap). Anywhere else in between, you could chuck up without penalty. Oh and yes, they did!
Just to make it interesting, the final two laps of the race required not just the consumption of the usual half gallon of beer but the eating of a cold "Stevenson's" square pie as well...
Made for interesting viewing, believe me...
. “No pleasure is worth giving up for two more years in a rest home.” Kingsley Amis
You would think that supplying alcohol to students would be a licence to print money.
But as an Otago Graduate I was dismayed to find "the Gardens" and "the Bowling Green" hotels gone and "the Captain Cook" under threat.
"The Royal Albert" (complete with god-awful Stuart hunting tartan carpet) is now an Irish bar
Of my former haunts only "the Oriental Tavern" really survives
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You were a hard man then Hitch.
I was a Canterbury man myself. My funniest memories of drinking were the end of term sessions at the Bush Inn. Sat there one day outside watching a poor tradesman fit a new glass window into the toilet block carefully smoothing the putty. As soon as he'd gone dammit some mean arse student just popped the glass back out not giving the putty any time to set.
Cheers
Merv
It possibly wasn't helped by someone dying after a naked bull-rush accident a few years ago.
http://www.stuff.co.nz/manawatu-stan...d-Fitz-closing
Oh you win. I'd leave now if only I could find agate.
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