tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31719882804603980782024-02-19T05:11:29.604-08:00The adventures of a drinking games authorThe blog that charts the rise of The Lash, the drinking games reference book of choice and follows the trials and tribulations of it Author Nick CaseyNick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-39955389418999845582012-03-17T09:29:00.003-07:002012-03-17T09:34:02.682-07:00Last book is sold<div style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal normal 13px/19px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; padding-top: 0.6em; padding-right: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0.6em; padding-left: 0.6em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "><p></p><span><span>It's a sad day for this author....i've sold my the last copy of the Lash....well gave it away to a friend/college leaving for america! (a his girlfriend said she had already seen a copy at Plymouth Uni) The the only copies of The Lash remaining are 2nd hand from amazon or ordering new copies on print per sale. Had loads of fun and like Van Gogh i'm sure this work of art will be appeciated more outside of this time....22nd Century antiques deal: "Yes...this is fine example of casey early works!...of course in those day they used there hand to actually open books...strange now with the data base learning uploads to the brain at birth"haha.For those that bought the Lash enjoy! Sales will now soley be made through Amazon + WH Smiths...</span></span><p></p></div>Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-24248551312709065762012-02-05T04:42:00.001-08:002012-02-05T04:42:31.374-08:00check out this clapham night out <a href="http://tiny.cc/dvq7u">http://tiny.cc/dvq7u</a>Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-47831110981993165782011-11-11T02:20:00.000-08:002011-11-12T04:40:03.572-08:00Clapham Lash'tastic!!!July 23rd saw my first event in London....<div><br /></div><div>I rode in on the back of Alex (my housemate) and Jens charity fund raising evening. The Lash was there to provide drinking games support....getting everyone smash! However with the drinking lemmings likely to be there i</div><div>knew it would be damage limitation.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me and Gem (misses) had been to Bristol and were coming off the back of a big one on the Gloucester Rd the night before...being sadists we'd also put in a run that day to ensure we were ripe for the f**king that evening...no hydration.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fancy dress was 'shoulders up' so sunnies, hats, make up etc. We'd decided to go as rugby players complete with black eyes, scrum hats and bloody noses. I'd convinced myself that I was JJ De Boar (South African boar rugby player!!) and Gem was Priscilla (his arranged marriage from the next farm (80miles away))...that evening we were destined to be together and king and queen of Clapham.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFE7ybc9pnNzgZZpxaXnUvFGsc2tDSf62lZwA01eQUcszDUjnvM0Qs8Hsug2d3qzOBe40Dgbkvy2g8J_xmNAJtR_OXVcEHZOskn2st4mAoVM7bS_MismTahyiL-b3XLvYaZGmlLRT3wQw/s320/SAM_0484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673688698893430434" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I knew that the star of the show bag puss (a stuffed toy cat with pipe for funneling!) would also be in situ...</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeOE9OybbydDMTn8tOsW2qcdBUC6lGUBFFJxFnKq4fbRD8UX5mP9-oQ8Jjmdtd-swzbEplfdl8RWfh-PmjlOFmTaFLs1uVflVVen7MWMT-jseYQg_Hh0rgBpgV55ALMmfM402IX4ArHug/s320/SAM_1119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674087116582599010" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJyYWPKxjX9Koz8EAAb7W4JtC3UJ-csD96_0zatt1CAorgocFOXNXyrtMueSjKKLNNvIqpPYxcMOIsgtCKaGdrVkkPil6iKuavSjXauWbYH2KrPrhiAfDIw-HNSICf1w-nDbytrdDREk/s320/SAM_1116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674087106787327154" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Alex was MC for the evening...a job he was literally born to do.....we set up beer pong on a table football table and gauntlet on the floor. A few non combatants were early victims on the Gauntlet.</div><div><br /></div><div>There was 50 - 60 people over the evening and the Beer Pong was a massive hit with crowd participation....</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitDFnQulaNXU1Dx-SlszLMYiEzSkiSMFZSZ_e3C6Nt0Ylk1VL0-GeWGsFSa72rq5ojd5RG67CVVp-UrOnkmav66RhqNUbD3PS5SqDerir5LgIef3gGBOhLA_ljqlTGhU33z7vDZ4zg-K4/s320/SAM_0455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673692918064419442" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Bag puss also got in on the action when it came to arrogance...I'm not sure why i'd spent last year designing a building a scientific <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2iAm2u2RE0">funnel</a> as a charity shop cat and a clear pipe is an improvement!</div><div><br /></div><div>Had a great night and ended up leaving for Belgium Bar Belgos were the doormen immediately regretted letting us in!! I had a dance off with a gay guy...not recommended they will call your bluff with some backing in!! Plus drank beers that were far to strong for the pickle I'd got myself into.....</div><div><br /></div><div>Next stop Swansea Hen Do......</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-17375191034516077492011-06-16T13:39:00.001-07:002011-06-16T13:39:31.689-07:00New Blog..the Lash is bk <a href="http://ping.fm/N2olx">http://ping.fm/N2olx</a>Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-50055360111063504972011-06-16T12:49:00.000-07:002011-06-16T13:35:54.763-07:00Back in BusinessThe Lash is back<div><br /></div><div>Nick is back from the brink and now it's time to rejuvenate the Lash...This means donning the Engineering hat for building funnels and creating mayhem in London.</div><div><br /></div><div>The move to london hasn't been easy. I nearly lost myself in Mordor (Mordon) at the hands of a dictorial South American House Wife (note how i gave title with capitals. This is a position not to be messed with). You do not know fear until you have experienced daily phycological torture at the hand of an OCD house wife!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Any way back and having fun....The Allnut Way....found my new house via Gum Tree. Let me illusinate you as to the best way to find a new housemate...instead of doing loads of boring viewing that take up loads of time and follow the same pattern of becoming an amateur estate agent my new house mate instead opted for throwing a huge party come big brother style interview bash.</div><div><br /></div><div>How it works</div><div><br /></div><div>1. Put advert on Gum Tree for well priced house in sort after london location</div><div>2. invite all responses to 9pm 'viewing' friday. Tell them to bring bottle of wine/beer.</div><div>3. Invite all your friends</div><div>4. Behave completely as though your process of finding a housemate is completely normal</div><div>5. Get smashed and try and discern who you already know and who is her to see the house.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well done Abi, Lou and Alex for such a novel process.</div><div><br /></div><div>The experience from my end....</div><div><br /></div><div>1) Seen loads of freaks across london.</div><div>2) No picture of house but description is gutsy. Just a description of what an ideal housemate would like....'gin and adventure' resonates with me</div><div>3. Ok so these people must work late that they can only see me 9pm on a friday...ok I can deal with that.</div><div>4. Get half cut and turn up late with a bottle of Leffe and Wine to what can only be described as a ram jammed house party.</div><div>5. Behave naturally when complete randomer opens door.</div><div>6. Do not a=panic when after an hour you haven't found anyone that actually lives at the property.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway being a drinking games expert certainly helps when your at a house party and you want to mark yourself out.</div><div><br /></div><div>I COULD NOT HAVE HOPED TO FIND BETTER HOUSEMATES.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now I can play D&B, have baths in peace and talk shit all the time!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway I've come a very long way round to say that I have a belated house warming party on the 23rd of July (at a pub)...it will also be the return to society for The Lash. The Lash is not bashful and The ingeniously entitled Lash Bash will see it back to it bastered best...</div><div><br /></div><div>Check out <a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=104857649607573">http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=104857649607573</a> for our next event.</div>Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-16350836945842395602011-02-16T10:58:00.001-08:002011-02-16T10:58:46.012-08:00The first luck win is recieving their free book to get your simple write me a review here <a href="http://tiny.cc/mxhe3">http://tiny.cc/mxhe3</a>Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-84758961295260942102011-02-12T12:47:00.001-08:002011-02-12T12:47:08.157-08:00Win a free copy of The Lash - Drinking games book. All I need is your feedback!<br /><br /><a href="http://ping.fm/kjW41">http://ping.fm/kjW41</a>Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-667624940421312612011-02-05T03:49:00.001-08:002011-02-05T03:49:59.117-08:00Testing my Ping.fm Mesh media.....Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-72443836300267586162010-11-29T11:57:00.000-08:002010-11-29T12:03:19.881-08:00The year two business party/Nick's leaving do (off to London)<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma">Halo the Gloucester road was again the site of Wolfirdge Limited's annual blow out in Oct. </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma">This year the business anniversary co-insided with a personal move to London for Nick plus a product launch. It was the first airing for Lash Funnels.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><span>To see the video </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2iAm2u2RE0">click here</a><span>. </span>A funnel if you didn't know, is a 'rapid hydration device' (</span><st1:stockticker><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma">RHD</span></st1:stockticker><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma">).....or rudimentary plumbing combined with kitchen ware which cunningly (using gravity) forces quantities of liquid at speed into willing participant/participants. For the first outing I had made a double headed funnel.....convinced of my master craftsmanship (Dad helped! FML) and<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>hero status with mesh media (Dad filmed promo! FML)....I hadn't really done a testing other than a couple of lab tests....in bathrooms and kitchens. Therefore when over loaded with beer and around drunk people the funnel didn't fail safe! I ended up with a funnel of beer over my head and soon at loggerheads with the participant who mistakenly had blamed my wonder of engineering. I soon admitted defeat and thankfully I was rescued by a Waterpolo playing plummer (how many of those actually exist, I wonder?). In less than 10 mins he managed to make my funnel idiot proof and more effective at discharging<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>liquid than a Peruvian watercannon.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We were back in the game! I managed to not remember much more of that evening being told later that I had walked out at 2am with a bottle of Moet from the bar manager for a job well done! HOOOOORAHHHHHAAARRRRR!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Watch this space for more Funnels currently working alongside another Plummer to commercially crack into the market for RHDs!</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">They'll certainly be a a info piece on making a funnel next month from The Lash!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> Keep an eye on </span><a href="http://tiny.cc/99x4u">The Lash Website</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-59185716080585953282010-11-29T11:41:00.000-08:002010-11-29T11:54:19.870-08:00The Lash goes to The Weddings<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;">Unfortunately I'm not as proficient at wedding etiquette....and tend to forget that Weddings are the ones that normal people turn up to. It's not the done thing to do hand stands on the dance floor or licking spirits of peoples faces!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-;font-family:Tahoma;"><o:p>At Weddings if your the wrong side of 25, single + athletic this means your in the armed forces....unfortunately middle class categorization never really work for me ....I work with Kids and publish treatise on Drinking Games. For me no<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>category exists so I'm on the table with the students, wanna be legal killers (usually my cousin Tim) and a bit too young 'do be careful NOT to talk to nick' members of the family. Generally it's a huge over site by the wedding planner!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I tend to stir up some overly loud game or instigate high jinx with exactly the type of guests on my table that love it!</o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-;font-family:Tahoma;"><o:p>At Johns wedding I didn't need to encourage anything I was in Lash heaven...highlights included head stands on the dance floor, doing the lake scene in Dirty Dancing with a Cavalry Officer (me catching him), challenging people to 'Strawpedo-Offs' at the bar, chinning Turbo Vinto with my Dad and chatting up a very busty bar maid behind the tent....after leaving the bar maid (you can imagine just how bad my chat was) I headed to the coach...and then as they say in Sweet Home Alabama 'the music died'.....apparently (I can only recount from other witness statements in the cold light of day) the coach included more sobber people than I, so me rocking-up with two bottles of 'father-of-the-bride-wine' and chinning half at bottle at the front was not a good first introduction to the coach...neither was singing songs that should have been forgotten the day I stepped of my last university sport bus, plus later, offering my dad off for a fight. I really can't remember much as I didn't leave the coach with two bottles of wine (I can deduce that).....I WAS IN DISGRACE! So the next day I made the necessary phone calls to the Groom (who had told me to “shut the fuck up” on the evening but noted that it was funny when you (i.e. me) offered 'Peacy' (my dad) off the coach for a fight). I later wrote a letter of apology<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>to the father of the bride (throwing myself and my family name on their mercy) who was a great sport and wrote back as part of his letter “we were prepared for a degree of high spirits (and weren't disappointed)”. Legend.</o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-;font-family:Tahoma;"><o:p><span style="mso-bidi-;font-family:Tahoma;">At Robs Wedding I realized that I'm actually encouraged to drink by my pariah like status. It's like a two fingers up to the olds/establishment. When there are loads of young people I under achieve on the lash. I was very happy with the drinking games at the pub (thanks to Mel and Jack) where we played Down The River but this left me in no fit state to last out the night and I sloped off into the darkness of the Gloucestershire countryside to walk the three miles back to my parents house.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I had offered everyone back to mine...which just before a fantastic groom speech appeared a desperate cry for company in bed! The bestman speech was also classic employing props and a photo of Rob 'the fat mouse' naked at </span><st1:stockticker><span style="mso-bidi-;font-family:Tahoma;">SGP</span></st1:stockticker><span style="mso-bidi-;font-family:Tahoma;">.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I must end by saying that although I'm giving you one sided story here, the other was two fantastic days of memorable moments and all very romantic. YUK!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-;font-family:Tahoma;"><o:p>Please invite me to another I swear I've changed.......!!!</o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Really?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-;font-family:Tahoma;">Next up G and Oli, oh dear!!! I do love to see the look in a mans eyes as they get sent down...haha!</span><span style="mso-bidi-;font-family:Tahoma;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-;font-family:Tahoma;"><o:p>G recently said to me “I want a nice stag do....where I don't have to chin stuff”....I said “don't think you get to decide G”. I then suggested that he'd need to 'Enema' (fluid suppository taken via the anus) some spirits on the Stag....he didn't look happy!</o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Want to know some games to instigate at a wedding <a href="http://tiny.cc/9nv3i">click here</a></p>Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-69673330982008752982010-11-29T11:02:00.000-08:002010-11-29T11:41:17.617-08:00A summer 'to be and not to be' forgotten....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I've been rather rubbish at updating this blog of recent....I'm a fair weather blogger that is to say if it's fair weather I'm not inside!<br /><br />Therefore this is a resumè of a summer led by Lash!<br /><br />Notable for two Stag dos one in Worcester and one at The Secret Garden Party....Oh and the subsequent weddings!<br /><br />One I'd describe as a gentleman weekend and the other as three days of dark sadistic debauchery.....both were colored by fancy dress, drinking games and a fixation on smashing in outrageous dance moves.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The Stag in Worcester</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />Let's cover Worcester, it was late June....wasn't my idea of an ideal location for a Stag do but on the plus side.... my brother lives there so stashing kit was easy. Nevertheless, I had opted to pay for hotel even though could have stayed at my Bros. LESSON 1: always ensure you 100% committed! Having his house near did mean that I could add extreme sports to the stag lash so i decided to dehydrate myself nicely (+ cure my hangover on way back) via cycling from Bristol to Worcester to start the Weekend....all very pleasant! You're thinking: “didn't you go out in Lycra?” Well no, I'd given clothes to my Dad take up....if I had thought about it this was a bad idea if he was buying into the whole Stag banter! However imagination was clearly lacking as to my surprise I turned up and was handed the very clothes I'd given him and not a gimp suit or Alice in Wonderland costume. I did get loads of gay jibs about wearing a wife beater that weekend.....anyway drinking games that were played were Titanic Pg 108 of The Lash (</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><a href="http://tiny.cc/kz9bf"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">buy The Lash</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">) </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">and the ever present Arrogance Pg 26 (</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://tiny.cc/kz9bf"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">buy The Lash</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 111, 111); font-weight: bold; white-space: pre; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> My highlights were Bushwackers night club where I've never been so mobbed by women plus JP (the stag) winning the shooting in the middle of the Cotswolds dress as a saucey Nun (completely wrong with a massive hairly </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">chest)<br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Want an event for your stag Do</span>? </span></span><a href="http://tiny.cc/5vsdo"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Click here</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> for more info</span></span><br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The Secret Garden Party Stag</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />This was a stroke of genius....all your mates (well, not really mine but I'd been invited along! After what we collectively went through I had made some new ones!) in a mindlessly absurd festival inhabited by fit well spoken and polite women were leisure activities generally were colored by roller disco, mud wrestling, swimming in a lake, swinging off vines into a ball pit (Jungle Massive!), dancing, doing hand stands and behaving like a monkey.....obviously mostly powered and/or in the search of alcohol! We had a group of 20-30 lads, so our camping area (at what is a small unique festival) would have put Xerxes' caravan on the invasion of Greece to shame. Therefore of course i was flying the flag with The Lash 12 ft Banner marking out our place. I did managed to make a few sales in the 30-35 minutes over 3 days my head realized I was in a Cambridgeshire field with a captive party market!<br /><br />The Stag on the trip was Mr Grubb and I think Jack most accurately described him as a “riot shield” in your face and indestructible! This meant carnage for all involved. On the first day he was dress as a fox, and us, as hunters. We were charged with chasing him around the festival...when caught he was subjected to a funnel (via vuvuzela) and beaten......I found him many hours later like a mangy fox hiding in some random camping area, he had chain marks round his neck and hadn't been to sleep all night...slurring and making friends!!! arrrh....<br /><br />Some of my favorite moments were Rob naked (well being forced to in front of the whole festival) because his wife to be was phoning him....<br />Rob coming out dressed as something between Greek warrior and He Man.....<br />Notable other fancy dress heros were The Joker, Unicorn come Angler Fish and The Crocodile along with to many others to mention....<br /><br />There was also the Hatter Tea....which needs no explanation here....we like to keep it clean.<br /><br />All in all a fantastic festival...I strongly recommend for a stag!<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Want an event for your stag Do</span>? </span></span><a href="http://tiny.cc/5vsdo"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Click here</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> for more info</span></span></span></div>Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-37058871289570976502010-06-19T12:06:00.000-07:002010-06-19T12:08:57.704-07:00Chundered everywhere!My attention as been raise to the comparison between Gap Yar<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eKFjWR7X5dU&playnext_from=TL&videos=WuxYisq5hBU<br /><br />and what I used to discribe as The Cunder Rugga Bugga that the Lash was mockingly providing for:<br /><br />check out Kerian bunder on The drinking games test evening:<br /><br />http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=EuKFioZt2qE<br /><br />Seemly bundering everywhere isn't new! BIG NIGHT ON THE LASH!<br /><br />NickNick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-62146809426924959382010-06-19T11:56:00.000-07:002010-06-19T12:09:43.580-07:00The Lash in LaosFound out that The Lash has been spotted in Laos!<br /><br />I recently went to my cousins birthday (Laura Graham) in London…there were many of her friends from Leed Uni prensent. I of course was a shrinking violent when it came to telling them about my book! lol. “By the way do you know I’m a famous author etc….!!!<br /><br />Anyway one of the girls went off traveling and on Jan the 7th the following was posted on my cousin facebook wall <br /><br />“hello you!! in sydney now and melbourne soon. had christmas in perth which was especially good, and thailand/laos were incredible but now a distant memory. definite highlight was tubing for a number of reasons; i shall divulge further…. biggest news to pass along is that whilst in laos sitting on a slow boat, a boy was telling me about this awesome book he got given for christmas called ‘the lash’. big lovexxx” <br />- Joanna Cook to Laura Graham 7/01/10 1.30pm. <br /><br />How very random! I didn’t know the lash had gone that big!Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-27852073542651275492010-06-19T11:51:00.000-07:002010-06-19T11:53:53.946-07:00World Cup drinking gameSorry haven't been bloggin for a while to much business of drinking!<br /><br />Here's a lovely little one for those that are enjoying The World Cup<br /><br />The Lash’s World Cup Drinking Game<br />***************************<br />Brief description: Use the rules below to make a drinking game out of any World Cup game this summer!<br /><br />Number of players: As many as you like.<br /><br />Situation: Watching any game at The 2010 South African World Cup Finals.<br /><br />Drinks needed: Any, but plenty of them! It’s best to get a few pints in so you don’t have to leave to order more. Trust me you’ll get through it all playing this game!<br /><br />Difficulty: Easy<br /><br />Intoxication level: High/Extreme<br /><br />Shelf life: A whole tournament of lash<br /><br />Playing<br />*****<br />Pick any player in any position on either team. <br /><br />This is now your player for the game unless a red card, substitution or injury intervenes (in which case you simply pick another player)<br /><br />You can have the same player as someone else playing the drinking game, it doesn’t matter.<br /><br />General Rules<br />**********<br />First 45 minutes you must drink with your left hand/second 45 minute right hand drinking.<br /><br />Everyone drinks if the camera goes to some famous person in the crowd (whether or whether not you know them) or focuses on the manager or team staff<br /><br />If your player makes a foul or transgression drink half your drink.<br /><br />If your player scores and is: <br />A goal keeper you order a 4 pint pitcher (of lager/cider) and finish it in one.<br />A Defender you finish all your drink.<br />A Midfielder/Striker half your drink.<br /><br />Drink if your player takes a throw in/corner/free kick/penalty.<br /><br />If your player is subbed/injured and has to leave the field of play finish your drink and pick another player.<br /><br />Red card: finish your drink and pick another player.<br /><br />Yellow carded finish half your drink.<br /><br />When your player is on the ball you need to be downing your drink until they relinquish possession.<br /><br />Everyone takes a drink every time the ref blows his whistle.<br /><br />Half your drink if your player protest to the refereeing team (refere/linesman/3rd official).<br /><br />Drink if you player berates another team member.<br /><br />Drink if you player is involved in a goal celebration (i.e jumping on another player/congratulating/hugging etc.)<br /><br />Rule on players positions<br />******************<br />1. Goal keepers<br /><br />Drink when they make a save.<br /><br />Drink when they have a goal kick.<br /><br />Start downing your drink when they have the ball in their hands and only stop when they release the ball.<br /><br />Drink if they punch the ball.<br /><br />2. Defenders<br /><br />Have a drink when they knock the ball out of play<br /><br />Make a tackle.<br /><br />Head the ball away from goal.<br /><br />Hoof the ball up field.<br /><br />3. Midfielders<br /><br />Drink if they complete a pass to a team mate.<br /><br />Drink half your drink if they give away possession via being tackled, making an incomplete pass or sending the ball out of play.<br /><br />4. Strikers<br /><br />Drink when they have an attempt on goal (even if it isn’t actually on target).<br /><br />Half your drink if they dive or simulate.<br /><br />Half your drink if they are caught offside.Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-40687272489896832622010-02-16T08:18:00.001-08:002010-02-16T08:38:35.013-08:00The Year one Party in Oct 2009The Lash launch night for The Lash was Oct 10th 2008 so in 2009 I wanted to go bigger and better! The venue was smaller, yes (Halo, Gloucester Rd Bristol) but if packed would it would rock! I had an awesome D-step/Deep house Dj called Bevan Ward of thinkdeeprecords. As promo for the night i'd made the first two hours request music via a charity text juke box. This ensured everyone got something they wanted to hear for £1 per song to NSPCC before Bevan dropped some heavy bass and the R&B destiny child crew started winging! The text juke box was a success with over 30 songs texted in. What wasn't such a success was my speed learnt roady skills. I borrowed the sound system Bevan plugged his CCJs into from a DJ friend who was unfortunately for me in Hawaii. I hired a amp which had 'male' (male are a fitting that goes in and 'female' a receptacle) leads coming out of it and it was sod law that Bevan CCJs had 'male' fittings and I had a massively gay situationo on my hand that meant we couldn't run the central speaker. I ran around like a crazy man up and down gloucester road explaining the situation to every pub DJ I could find. After the 3rd funny man had said the now familar "male to male adapter that's a bit gay"! I'd had enought I launched the music after a brief thanks to everyone for coming. Fucking hell did they come! There must have been 120 odd people at one point during the night which in a 60-100 person venue is fuckin rammed! I'd asked everyone that had contributed to the book to sign a very special copy that went to the winner of the text juke box competition. I was gutted this was actually the person with the worst taste in music there. James Mash hang your head in shame! I hadn't realized but as the night was going so swimmingly my credit was good at the bar! O'dear this meant Leffe by the pint! Everyone seemed to be having a top night, i'd even managed to set the night on the Ceran (a previous International school employer) reunion and thus there were loads of european languages intermingling with the untranslatable Bristolian! After getting suitably fuct i had a team of helpers strip out the sound equipment and take it back to mine. The perfect crime! The night had been a great success and I'd covered my cost + raised £40 for NSPCC....little did I know but my night wasn't over and it was to include later a dead animal fancy dress party which I spilled out of as the sun was coming up! Legendary!Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-75255629116046863452010-01-10T09:56:00.001-08:002010-01-10T10:04:42.894-08:00The Lash in LondonI recently went to my cousins birthday (Laura Graham) in London. There were many of her friends from Leed Uni present (medical students) . This was a fuckin' awesome trip to see 'Lady in Black' at a West London Theatre. I soon had found my solemate, 6ft 4inch and where in Jerry street shirt! His name was Jezza and he knew how to lash! We hit up the free ambrosia (free wine) left by the girls how were over eager to make the theatre on time. I can't make a critic on the show as I could bearly make out the stage through my drunken haze!<div><br /></div><div>Later on we returned to Laura Hampsted pad (talk about the student experience!) Most of the girls made an early exit to bed but there was an exception that out stayed your truely here name was Jo. I of course was a shrinking violent when it came to telling them about my book! lol. "By the way do you know I?m a famous author etc?.!!!?</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway Jo of the girls went off traveling and on Jan the 7th the following was posted on my cousin facebook wall </div><div><br /></div><div>"hello you!! in sydney now and melbourne soon. had christmas in perth which was especially good, and thailand/laos were incredible but now a distant memory. definite highlight was tubing for a number of reasons; i shall divulge further?. biggest news to pass along is that whilst in laos sitting on a slow boat, a boy was telling me about this awesome book he got given for christmas called 'the lash'. big lovexxx?"</div><div><br /></div><div> - Joanna Cook to Laura Graham 7/01/10 1.30pm. How very random! I didn?t know the lash had gone that big! Haha. Thanks Jo</div><div><br /></div><div>The Lash is now an international seller!</div>Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-14450926062880008552009-12-10T02:52:00.000-08:002009-12-10T03:23:56.313-08:00Chilled evening on Sammy Bs + Birmingham get’s hit hard by The Lash<div style="text-align: left;">C’est long de temp depuis nous avons parler ensemble (It’s been along time since we have talked together!)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The end of August saw some crazy week<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">ends.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>On the 22<sup>nd</sup> I was surprised by a flash visit from </span><st1:city><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Paris</span></st1:place></st1:city><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"> by my friend Kerian (my partner in crime at Uni) + his girlfriend Hannah.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He came with Mr. Ware in-tow (Birmingham RL social sec after I left the club) and I had invited the sexy Miss K (a new acquaintance from a night of Dub step in </span><st1:city><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB">Bristol</span></st1:place></st1:city><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"> </span><st1:date year="2009" day="6" month="8"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">6/08/09</span></st1:date><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">). It was going to be messy as Kerian and Mr. Ware had come loaded with alcohol and I as usual had seriously over estimated the amount of d<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">rink I needed. This lead to us having a small cache of booze for a couple of hours pre-drinks before heading out to an acoustic gig at the </span><st1:state><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Louisiana</span></st1:place></st1:state><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The game of choice to ensure everything wet went was Pyrimid Cheat.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Hasten to say we turned up at this ‘chilled’ event F-U-C-T and made a bit of a scene after ordering Sambucas and Jagger along with ciders at the bar and proceeding to cheer each mellow song as if we we’re watching The Prodigy at this years Reading Festival. We returned home to a game of Gauntlet on the roof under the flood light of a lamp.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The game’s director was the militant Mr. Ware sporting a red dressing gown.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Being a true romantic Kerian bought some ‘cheesey poofs’ (a-la Cartman from </span><st1:place><st1:placename><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">South</span></st1:placename><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"> </span><st1:placetype><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Park</span></st1:placetype></st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">) and headed to bed with his Misses (my bed by-the-way). I was left to indoor camp with Miss K, and god knows what became of Mr. Ware!</span></span></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">THE BLACK DEATH CAME and I wa<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">s ill between 3<sup>rd</sup> Sept – 20<sup>th</sup> Sept I was bed bound and still wasn’t completely right with the onset of a big week for the book, Freshers 2009 at Birmingham University. I was the guest of </span><st1:place><st1:placename><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Birmingham</span></st1:placename><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"> </span><st1:placetype><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">University</span></st1:placetype></st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"> at the Munrowe Sports Fayre . <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I turned up with Mr. Ware (Sales and Marketing Executive!) to meet Aiden Oakly, University Rugby League Club Captain. They were up on the first floor and I had soon taken over The Power Kite society’s table next to the rugby…they had been grateful enough NOT to turn up.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I launched the 8ft banner and my pirate enterprise was afloat. How lucky I was to dodge the Universities rule on NO BUSINESSES. Contacts and bullshit go along way!</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">I had a very successful morning of sales talking to all the sports clubs and especially to the social sectaries for all the clubs.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">If you’re in </span><st1:city><st1:place><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Birmingham</span></st1:place></st1:city><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"> get your copy of the Lash from: Link TO DRINKS TO GO<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">I later met the Vice President of Birmingham Sport in the Bar. She said “I see you’ve managed to get you way into the sports fayre!” I quicky attempted a bribe “can I get you a drink Laura” Luckily she wasn’t going to say anything.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I though that she had an eye for artistic flare and entrepreneurial zeal, but in truth it helped she was cool and I’d been to school with her brother (what a fucking sell-out, to the old school ties!). <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">I had just enough time to lead The Hill (East Terrace of the University rugby pitch) in a mega phoned song before me and Mr. Ware (rather pissed at this point) took to Birmingham town centre to run a drinking games event at ‘I Like Tom’s Mum’ @ Walkabout.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>On the way I managed to crash into the back of a stranger’s car which when you get out of the car in a t-shirt (followed by your pissed business partner) saying THE LASH it doesn’t look good. Anyway after exchanging details (my Lash business card) we made the event and I realised that if Mr. Thomas Ware had brought him mum we’d have had free drinks all night…I really have to talk to him a bout his commitment to the company! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">The highlight of the event was that I made Aiden sick on my arm and Mr. Ware’s shoes.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We have a picture of the ladies winner<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0kfuTNeDt5SqMdzAAQLFJahp0QG9JDt03HPTT-ekcbIvV-5iJuQfsgMMif2hamZ1e5mIrxXLO9greHQTOo_DX-GZwbRDedD4eNIAhM0aQWRxkZOBCEmcFvF6mb36k4qGpROo3syQ9Eg/s320/Fresherlash_brum.jpg" /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">….but in true champion style the men’s winner was far too pissed to be contacted.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The Lash four drink challenge claimed a good many victims…see </span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">http://thelash.wolfridgepublishing.co.uk/index.php/archive/the-lash-4-pint-challenge-put-on-trial-brum-freshers-09/</span></span></span><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB">for the rules.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Next time on The Lash, nick’s year one party goes off with over 100 guests….I wish I could remember it! </span><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-38416340948227397792009-08-11T07:16:00.000-07:002009-08-16T03:53:12.885-07:00Brother gets hitched and i get rich!<div>I've been riding bikes since i was 3 or 4 and during my 20s became miliantly anti-car. I've cycled from Bristol to Spain beefore just for the craic, plus kicked off a few wing mirrors in my time! So it was a monumental day on the 19th July when i finally succumbed and bought a Fiesta, apparently called 'Charlie' (bit weird talking about riding in charlie because i work with one!). I got it off a mate and before seeing it had ideas that it would be a rust bucket...so I'd made tentative enquires with a local graffiti artist to cover it in 'THE LASH' logo! However, to my surprise it turned out to be a little beauty and now i have plans to make it purrrrr by treating it to an oil change and t-cut bath. Check out new car:</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://www.blogger.com/video-thumbnail.g?contentId=8b435791c2133a05&zx=0.7709589833393693" /><br />Charlie has had an immediate impact on sales as it helped me reach those book shops that were a little too far to cycle to or those in need of more book than i could physically carry. Thus on Tuesday the 21st July I made sales at Waterstones (The Mall), Bloom and Curl (Broadmead) and Booty (Broadmead) on a petrol-driven Bristol sales tour.<br /><br />The 24th and 25th July was huge for me and the family. I only really reasiled what my brother gettting married meant on the Friday ceremony walk-through. Pretty stirring stuff...to see the fear in a condemned man's eyes (JOKES - my brother is so laid back he's horizontal). I'd been put in charge of organising the bar (never think that being good at drinking qualifies a person to organise a piss up) Check out the booze bus:</div><div><img src="http://www.blogger.com/video-thumbnail.g?contentId=2d20b52c3faa354c&zx=0.3962512565776706" /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Luckily I'm rather militant with organisation aswell, so there was no other hitch than my brother's. I did take the opporunity to use the management of the reception bar as a base from which to sell the book. EVEN ON YOUR BROTHERS WEDDING? yep! Sales is sales! They rolled in and i rolled out of the marquee like the drinking game 'amy-wine-hands'. My rapscallion ways had even taken up part of the best man speach when he said "When Nick came to me and offered me a pint to promote his book I said no way, but then when he offered me 3 pints...(Bestman produces book) "The Lash the bargain of the night is available at the bar!"<br /><br />The following weekend i spent being Bristol'a'fied (Bristol as a city runs some great civic events for everyone to get battered at!). Harbour Festival Sat 1st Aug - talked crap French and drank green grenades. Balloon Fiesta Sat 8th Aug. Inbetween these events I have a shameful confession. Me and Nate (my housemate) headed out for the opening night of Dubb step vs. Jungle at the Dojo Lounge, Bristol. We found the lash on the way there:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://www.blogger.com/video-thumbnail.g?contentId=75095d2b3b97ba65&zx=0.7358961449936032" /></div><div>We had arranged to meet Caroline; a girl i got talking to at the harbour fes. She's a teacher in the army who's on leave for a month. To cut a long story short after lots of drinks and dance floor action we ended up at what we thought was her flat. She showed us to the most prestigious spirits cabinet i've ever had the pleasure of witnessing! Then she basically bossed us under the table with a bottle of Jaeger, Raspberry vod. and Sambucca. I can't remember much else other than both me and Dog (Nate) offering our services to her before he passed out holding the toliet as though it was all that stopped him from falling off Everest and i went face down on her lounge floor in my own vom. GREAT! Anyways, it turns out this was her parent's house and they came down to two strangers passed out in their house. One of which (me) had kindly left them a bowl of vommit in the kitchen. Haha! We now refer to Caroline as Ma'am. as she deserves repect when it comes to drinking...I felt like taking all my copies of The Lash round hers and saying "You are now in charge!"</div><div><br />I've organised my year one for the business party - Check it out <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/event.php?eid=110446408940">http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/event.php?eid=110446408940</a> But between then and now we have the little thing of FRESHERS!</div>Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-70596452578220303452009-07-20T11:16:00.000-07:002009-07-20T13:14:48.975-07:00St. Paul's CarnivalOn friday the 3rd July I had been invited to the home of one of my P.T. Clients (I work for a gym when not trying to be Felix Dennis*). The beer was great and I'd forgotten what it was to be in non student (well young professional company) i.e. the beers were served in glasses that had been bought and not smuggled like E.T. (under that t-shirt) from a pub beer garden. Obligatory, was a copy of The Lash. This went to the Cousins of my Patron: Seelva and Sevahn, both at the end of their European 'vacation'. Obviously banter with any Amercia is guns (i.e. our populace is not armed to the teeth) especially those from The South. Sevahn had said that her dad feared for her safety at university and so had suggested a gun....I now definitely fear for her safety with a gun and armed with a copy of The Lash. I'd love to have footage of Yee'ha (Pg. 53) played by Texans. Please post to 'Cabonca' (a.k.a me) on Utube!<div><br /></div><div>*Millionaire owner of Dennis Publishing a.k.a. Maxim Mag. + PC Mags. Made his money strangly from being a Bruce Lee buff. </div><div><br /></div><div>Saturday. Bristol at it's best! Grimmy and out there. ST PAULS CARNIVAL!!!! If you've never been, it's a must to know what Bristol is all about. I made my way down to Portland Sq. for 6ish in bright sunshine bottle of wine in one hand and copy of The Lash in the other. Me and the peeps (the cast from the book + illustrator and assorted friends) sat together on the grass. As always I was on the Business...taking copies of the book over to other groups in the square. I even boss out a game for some complete randoms using my wine as the fine. They must have thought WTF! MOst of the rest of the night is a blur....I managed to get my bag nicked (well i left it on the street and when returned it wasn't there), so someone in St. Paul's has 6 copies of The Lash and 100 flyers....hope they appreciate art (lol.), plus generally I spent the next 6-8 hours raving to Drum and Bass, eating Jurk* Chicken and swilling Red Stripe!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJA9mAKyw5g&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJA9mAKyw5g&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><br /></div><div>*A type of spiced flavoring from Jamaica<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The following Wednesday 15th Saw me do a deal with Merchant news near the Youth Hostel and Arnolfini on the Water front. The sell started well as I walked in a met at the counter a passed customer I'd randomly sold too in Bottoms Up on the Gloucester Rd. It seemed to good to be true and I suspected the proprietor smelt a set up. Cutting to the chase he took 10 copies after very little persuasion and even wanted flyers and posters. So if your on Bristol Harbor side anytime soon get down Merchant News as it is the Cheapest place to get a copy of The Lash in the shops!</div><div> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKKvA6uGUkl8ufBAGBfbSBwXp1bwQ_SeBWnj5X0nHooUfE3dWgYaSs1l-bQo8zljY1kUOaU7q0-08pADsCm5RED5tMVKQDo3OQtBlUIKeKiL05eFtsgRgaQhXglsO1mmBUaIcuaq94YlY/s320/Merchant+News.jpg" /></div>Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-7308820305383642352009-07-13T08:03:00.000-07:002009-07-13T09:10:50.871-07:00My brothers StaggIf you had a brother that wrote the ultimate guide to getting battered you'd think you'd be more careful than to do anthing as silly as get married...but clearly love is blind! In any case with the group of so-called-friends that my brother knows his little brother was the least of his worries. The stagg do was to be in West Wales were we considered it hightly likely that the lovely welsh locals would love twenty or so English lads in fancy dress robbin' their women and drinking there pubs dry.<br /><br />We rocked up at the Mexican Hostel (Pantyrathro International Hostel & Mexican Bar) near Carmarthen. The priporitors name was Ken Knuckles which rhymed with my brothers nickname buckles. The hostel was well set up for Stagg dos with stark large tables perfect for Lashing on (i.e. big with loads of chairs and old enough not worry about damaging). The first drinking game that evening was one not in The Lash which basiscally utilised the a kids game called Topple (comparible to Jenga) to which we added drinking fines. The stadard fine for making the game pieces topple was a half of cider. The stagg do duely assembled and we decided that we'd eat at the hostel before heading into town. It was a large group and so there was only one thing for it...The Animal Kingdom (see pg. 130 of The Lash). The last time I had bossed this out was on a 21st in Dublin in 2007. A hit then and a hit now..great banter and team dynamics building.<br /><br />This certainly got things off to a flyer and soon people were buying outragous shots and we'd not even hit town. From what I can remember of Carmarthen that first night I had an awesome time...pulling girls onto the dance floor and dancing like on a podium in Ibiza.<br /><br />Next day....nursing hangovers the kill or cure was coasteneering! Forget water, coffee, or some avocardo smoothy, jumping off rocks inot the Irish sea cannot be beaten for it's medicinal properties! Paintballing in the afternoon that day led to the traditional gauntel run for the stagg! At this moment I realised that my brotherly love for Bungle (a.k.a. Ba'ho/Simon) was more caring than I antisipated...it kicked in after three seconds which saw him take aproximately hundred paintballs at point blank range. In his compulsory Super Woman costume he looked like he had a particularly virrial skin complaint.<br /><br />The Sat night of lash saw us play Group Three In A Row Coin Flip (see drinking games tab at <a href="http://www.thelash.eu/">http://www.thelash.eu/</a>) This was a new one on me and a new great for any subsequent book. We were all dressed as superheroes and there were some magic appearences incl. Duff man, Iron Man and Banna Man. I made everyone take the obligitory promotional photos with The Lash banner and even Ken Knuckles wanted some of our action cracking out his camera. The highlight of the eveing was doing a superhero parade in a Whetherspoons judge by some local girls and having a dance off with army girl hen night in Savannahs. I managed to end the night shoeless, thunderbird outfit devestated, completely lost and on my own! I rank it as one of the best!Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-7730014521837231482009-07-13T08:01:00.000-07:002009-07-13T08:03:15.436-07:00The Peak district is beautiful. I highly recommended to all. I was honored to be invited to the Wedding of Martin (family friend) and Annette in Buxton. There was loads of family and friends there and was a fab. event. I did feel like a impostor/'non-believer' having come with no 'date' and no real prospect of 'girlfriend' on horizon. Being married to The Lash doesn't really count so I was grouped with the expectable form of bachelor, those which are married to Her Majesties Armed Forces. So it was me, Andrew (Calvary: 9th/12th Royal Lancers (Prince of Wales)) and Dave (RAF) fighting of that fat curlery a haired thing with the bow....who seemed to be menacing the event! No single brides maids didn't help our cause! <br />Andrew started off a trend of ordering 'Moscow Mules': (Double Vodka , Ginger Beer and Angistira Bitters) which continued all night. He also taught me a few drinking games from the Calvary which; whilst he explained, I thought, how the fuck can normal people afford the volume and type of drink preposed! They're now jotted down for a day I'm not a poor entrepreneur! We hit-up the local night club suited and booted! I was the last to leave after trying my luck with a particularly fine (large in terms of of athletic build...I was out of my depth!) Polish girl. When I returned to my Hotel I found that I'd lost the key code for the night door...fuck! After a panic which turned me into a cat burglar and a walk half way round Buxton I was lucky enough to find myself tucked up in The Palace, Buxton (a very fine hotel) with Andrew the Calvary officer! Turning up at Breakfast in the same clothes I had gone to the Wedding in was particularly typical of me!Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-62386828362928090702009-07-13T07:58:00.000-07:002009-07-13T08:01:15.930-07:00The old dog @ old boyzThe Last weekend of May saw my brother suit fitting (23 May) and another Downs (park in Bristol) mission. Unfortunately when you see every sunny day as an opportunity to promote in parks your running the risk of never enjoying a sunny day. So sunday night after my 112 miles on The Tour of Wessex I ensured I didn't promote but join my housemates in the chilled out surroundings of St. Andrews Park.<br />Weekend of 30/31st i returned to the roots in Olveston (a small village north of Bristol). People from Olveston are a little funny....there seems to be a massive magnet contained in the bell tower of the village church and every 'Olvestonian' is emplaned from birth with a piece of metal in their head. Consequently I saw many old friends.<br />The weekend of the 6th June is a biggy! Old boyz!!!! (check out the Utube video <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dn-OInTtEtI" mce_href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dn-OInTtEtI">Old Boyz</a> ) Chance to come back and live for one night only as the legend you once were! "FRANK THE TANK, FRANK THE TANK!!!"<br />Old boyz are commonly goaded with "Old nick would have done it!" and "We used to know you"<br />This was a huge business trip for me! I managed to get through 70 mins of Rugby with only minor facial reconfiguration. I saw Rugby Union (Thanks to Goffy) for a great promotional photo, Men's Footy (Thanks to ex-house mate Toby), Waterpolo (various connections) and Womens Rugby (via some ill-conceived sexual conquests). Jimmy (Ex 1st team capt.) had threatened to give me a shot of 'Unicum' (very nasty Baileys like drink) every time I mentioned the book. This went out of the window due to the sheer scale of my Lash Blasphemies. I did however get fined for leaving the court table to strip off my clothes with The Waterpolo capt. Kosh. Me and Kosh go back along way and our tour to Spain is the stuff of Uni legend...not bad for someone that can't even play Waterpolo!Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-4787329363191939592009-07-13T07:32:00.000-07:002009-07-13T07:58:32.612-07:00Ouch! Bike crash and The Cider ChiefIn the week after The Hill event I made a sale to a Stagg (no not a hoofed beast). Just imagine the scene "here best-man, the define guide to getting me battered!" either he wasn't entirely convinced his best-man was up to the job or the guy is a sadist. The bender that ensued took in Plymouth and Newquay twice over a 48 hour period...well done sir and best of luck<br />I am a self confessed cycle menace however before until Saturday 16th May I had only one other serious crash (careering into the back of a stationary VW Golf on a steep hill). My bike gets me everywhere as I don't have a car to call my own. For the most part it much quicker to get around than a car so it seems silly to invest in a slower form of transport. However it is f**kin dangerous and my wake up call last weekend proved it. I was going down Hill fast (you get 20-30mph on a top spec. racer when going downhill). I lent into a corner I've done a thousand times (not looking) and there was a car coming up, what was, due to park cars either side, a single lane road. I had no where to go than on the deck eventually ending up under the front of the car. Can't remember much other than jumping straight back up apologizing and heading on. Later I saw the damage. I'd split open my speed suit and gashed my left leg. Great! In true Casey fashion I decided to turn this mishap into jackass style entertainment stripping off in my flat kitchen pouring iodine on the wound (check out <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UwY1BZCDDe4" mce_href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UwY1BZCDDe4">DIY nursing</a>) whilst my housemates looked on...v. funny but I think I was in shock! I definitely when from high to low later as the usual happy KC (Casey) was like a Dementor* sucking the life out of the room when 209A had a visit from Cardiff Uni. Race Team ski team mover and shaker Gem Argyle. The prospect of a attractive Uni. sports girl especially one so connected is usually the cue for over the top marketing, s**t chat etc...but I was definitely off form and sent myself home from the pub. I was The Lash impostor!<br />*Ghost/Succubus type creature from Harry Potter, who sucks the souls from it's victims.<br />On Sunday psycho Peacy (a.k.a. dad) was good enough to pick me up from Halfords (bike was in a bad way after crash). I used the opportunity to do some debt collecting. Unhappy at the best of times, Peacy was over the moon to go on a merry dance around Bristol picking up outstanding book and event money. He was like uninterested version of Dog The Bounty Hunter abet with a ginger barnet. I' m sure he could see the irony as I owe him some big £ for help getting the book published (see <a href="http://thelash.wolfridgepublishing.co.uk/index.php/archive/origins-a-labour-of-lash/" mce_href="http://thelash.wolfridgepublishing.co.uk/index.php/archive/origins-a-labour-of-lash/">Origins - A labour of Lash</a>). Jimmy always said "Mummy bought you your company Poochy**" as he knew I was proud I did it myself..I suppose he was right I did borrow some money (a fraction of what I spent of creating The Lash and at a great interest rate! 0% forever!) and this is why I must make The Lash a success because I'd never forgive myself not paying it back ASAP.<br />**a term of endearment in The Birmingham Rugby League Club for me...Started on Brumski in 2005 by Stebbo a.k.a Nick Stebbings.<br />Didn't let the leg stop me training or getting the book out there. Picked up some posters for The Lash and continued taking sample copies round to local pubs. Now The Hill, The Sportsman and The Golden Lion all have a poster and free sample copy to give out to customer over the bar. If your reading this and know anywhere that would take a poster get in contact with me via the contact tab.<br />I've now sent off the book to W H Smith so see If we can win a slot on there Christmas promotional budget and also I'm hoping Kurki Sports Birmingham take some copies as I'd love the book in the place I learnt my trade...The heart of University Sport Birmingham. I've also just ordered some more copies from Lightening Source my printers so please get the summer Lash on and buy your copy now! (buy now <a href="http://thelash.wolfridgepublishing.co.uk/index.php/archive/origins-a-labour-of-lash/" mce_href="http://thelash.wolfridgepublishing.co.uk/index.php/archive/origins-a-labour-of-lash/">The Lash £8.99 free P & P</a>)<br />Last Thursday I joined the boyz at pro 5*** football is not really my thing (rugby boy, through and through) but it was a great opportunity to talk to some lads about The Lash. It was there I found myself talking to The Cider Chief. If I've every seen a sale this was it....a big lad - to say the least (but fair play, rocking out the footy) in a polo shirt that read "The Cider Chief, Chief, Chief". I was telling him about The Venus Lash trap (<a href="http://thelash.wolfridgepublishing.co.uk/index.php/archive/category/games/" mce_href="http://thelash.wolfridgepublishing.co.uk/index.php/archive/category/games/">Venus Lash Trap</a>) when it came round to my turn at the bar. I turned round without thinking and ordered a hot chocolate and half a larger. I could see the cider Chief was not impressed and my sale evaporated in front of my eyes!<br />***Five-a-side football at The Wise Campus, Filton College, BristolNick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-46573283787381883682009-07-13T07:27:00.000-07:002009-07-13T07:32:51.196-07:00A week of promo.Bank holiday Monday saw me undertake a 15 hour Spin at David Lloyd Westbury Bristol (my daytime employer) in aid of WellChild and in training for our crazy cycle event <a href="http://www.the-ride-of-your-life.com/" mce_href="http://www.the-ride-of-your-life.com/ ">Ride of my life</a>. I managed 12 hours with 'breaks' to take the Dl Kids for sports! Christopher Hole did the complete 15 hours <a href="http://twitter.com/ChristopherHole" mce_href="http://twitter.com/ChristopherHole">Chris Hole</a> The 10pm plunge pool after a day in the saddle was bliss! My diet as always was elite...Pt. Guinness and chocolate brownie, when will I learn!<br />tuesday was the UWE and Bristol Uni. Varsity game. An oppertunity to promote not to be missed. I cover my shifts and headed just up the road to the Memorial stadium filton Av. to wait for the student feeding frenzy. Base camp was Granma Remmingtons (my friend Gracey Gran) house just outside the ground. Granny was good enough to let me leave my bike at hers whilst me and Grace hit the streets...well literally out the front door and right 50 yards! It was v. cold but thanks to what I saw as a rather fetching cycling jacket I was tip top and warm (see <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFNXhyOwSkY&feature=channel" mce_href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFNXhyOwSkY&feature=channel">Flyering at Varsity</a>) Varsity was great but we decided that we liked UWE student more than Bristol...I do remember being that arrogant rugby cock at Birmingham Uni so I had a little more patience than Grace for The Cugga-Rugga-Buggers*!<br />*characterized by Jack Wills, Old Boy Ties, "Pipe down", "Chin it Fresher" and big hair!<br />On Wednesday I was shattered the Spin and Flyering had taken it's toll. My manager Andrew Dent had said "you're the ultimate burn the candles at both ends guy" and it was true I was maxin' out Team Casey**<br />**The name my close friends give me cos I seems to always be on a mission fit for a team of people<br />I still managed to make it in for my freelance kid work (teaching sports) where I was handed a gem of info by Sam the receptionist. A huge student night was in the offing at Proganda. I though fu*k it i'll be there and check out the craic. So when a early night was a prerequisite I found myself outside the well light Money Shop near syndicate night club trying to peddle my wears!<br />Thursday and Friday were a wash-out both work and weather-wise so the next Team Casey** outing was Saturday. I thought of heading up to The Downs again as it had been so productive the weekend before but i'd convinced myself it was too windy (I think really I needed a rest). Bollox. to that! I manned up made a few phone calls as was soon sat in the heart of student living (a student Halls in the centre of town) with a Guy called Flash, who has contact to The UWE Student President and also The White Heart let alone access to a massive party Hall of students! WHat a legend.... Whilst in the Hall did the most unscrupless bit of marketing corning some fresher in a lift...they had the whole ride down to listen to my spiel! After this I headed up to Clifton to see my friend Alex who birthday it was...I was very pleased to see my illustrator Lucy <a href="http://www.lucyjoyoldfield.com/" mce_href="http://www.lucyjoyoldfield.com/ ">Lucy Oldfield's Website</a> (Check out her website she's fantastic! We ended up at the Old Duke pub on Welshback which that night was a bit 'edgy' as apparently there had been quite a lot of thievery before we got there.<br />Sunday was the big Day The Hill Lash. I was shitting it as I'd put so much effort into organizing and promoting. It wasn't exactly the huge promo. event hoped for but the thing that gave me heart was it was great to see my friend out in force. Ruth Pullin who has number 1 copy of The Lash even emailed me after the event with a well though out marketing ploy...you can't put a price on friends like that. Check out <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXCvMlyVSSc&NR=1" mce_href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXCvMlyVSSc&NR=1 ">The legendary Lash Case Race</a><br />Next time: Wake up call for The Bristol Cycle menace as nick crashes his bike at high speed.Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171988280460398078.post-87943650882408333302009-07-13T07:22:00.000-07:002009-07-13T07:27:26.417-07:00Nick gets Militant on FlyeringTuesday the 28 April saw the return of bigboy a.k.a Dangerous Dave, basically a climbing nut (check out <a href="http://www.davetalbot.net/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=17&Itemid=32" mce_href="http://www.davetalbot.net/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=17&Itemid=32">Mountain Vision) </a>and life long friend. Me and dave are competitive about everything...and drinking certainly ranks as one of the events. I'd got geared up for his return and he'd spent a winter on the source in Saa Fee, Switzerland. However I'd not taken into account that Dave, Loz (ex-Para. PTI and my room mate in Belgium Monestry) + Laura (New Zealand Ski Instructor, along for the ride) had already been on a three day bender across four countries! I put in complete over kill in the way that I always do and ensured I finished the job that 1,000 miles and hundreds of units had already started. 'Turbo Vintos' in the Commercial Rooms followed by being last out of Tinbuk 2 (<a href="http://www.bristolnightclubs.info/Venue/Timbuk_2/Details" mce_href="http://www.bristolnightclubs.info/Venue/Timbuk_2/Details">info on club</a>) as enough to see them off!<br />Saturday saw the first beneficial flyering expo. (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFNXhyOwSkY" mce_href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFNXhyOwSkY">Flyering missions</a>) I set out for The Downs (big park in Bristol - stupid name really cos they're 'Ups'). My tactic was to leave sample book with groups of people and then walk off to another group....created immediate rapport through trust and gave punters time to look and have some meaningful feed back on the book by the time I'd returned. It was all very civil, the sun was out and it was like a BBQ book club every 50 meters or so...that was until I met UWE Womens football team...just back from Cardiff still going on all night all day bender. I was soon in hot water! I commented on the fact that even though they were getting stick from some Downs League mens team for drunkenly invading the pitch that the guy would surely forgive attractive young ladies.<br />The retort from one of the girls was "yeah, they'd be lucky...we don't do boyz!"<br />I said "I see, marvelously nether do I"<br />I should have known! The Meakes (Rover Football Legend) kept clear of Women footballers! In me and the girls where batting for the same side..great! Again rapport with the customer but no sale!<br />After flyering caught up with some friend at a near-by pub (The Kings Arms on Black Boy Hill, Bristol). Was DJ Joffs and Doorman Magzy joint-bday...the drinks were following and I soon was told a new game (At The Races) and had made my first sale of the day (you can always count on friends!) (see <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFNXhyOwSkY" mce_href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFNXhyOwSkY">Flyering missions</a>)<br />Sunday afternoon I headed to UWE's international standard hockey pitch to see Birmingham University Ladies Hockey team take on Durham for a chance to be promoted into Hockey National 1st ...I was in hostile territory @UWE having created some what off a scene at UWE bus stop last Oct when the book was released (CAN I HAVE EVERYONES ATTENTION RIGHT NOW! - shouted from the top of a bin Oct 2008 @UWE as my ex-girlfriend looked on shaking her head!). I had been chased from campus for blatant marketing. Now I was back! Did they know about my recent facebook ad. which had gone out to all UWE students saying "The book your SU (student Union) didn't want you to see"????. I kept a reasonably low profile giving a free copy of The Lash to Laura Bainbridge of the 1st team and University Sport Birmingham key Player....(my thanks also to Philly and Joey how invited me down) + well done to the girls as they won and got promoted!!<br /><br />Next time Nick does a 15 Hour Spin for Charity, flyers UWE Varsity (meets UWE Women's footy again!), Flyers Propaganda @ Syndicate, all in the run up to a legendary night at The Hill on Sunday 10th May...was it worth it after all?!?<br />The video will be up on 'cabonca' on Utube soon peeps!Nick@The Lashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16296604279346674289noreply@blogger.com0