Showing posts with label stagg do drinking games. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stagg do drinking games. Show all posts
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
The Year one Party in Oct 2009
The 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!
Monday, 13 July 2009
My brothers Stagg
If 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.
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.
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.
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.
The Sat night of lash saw us play Group Three In A Row Coin Flip (see drinking games tab at http://www.thelash.eu/) 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!
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.
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.
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.
The Sat night of lash saw us play Group Three In A Row Coin Flip (see drinking games tab at http://www.thelash.eu/) 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!
The 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!
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!
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!
The old dog @ old boyz
The 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.
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.
The weekend of the 6th June is a biggy! Old boyz!!!! (check out the Utube video Old Boyz ) Chance to come back and live for one night only as the legend you once were! "FRANK THE TANK, FRANK THE TANK!!!"
Old boyz are commonly goaded with "Old nick would have done it!" and "We used to know you"
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!
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.
The weekend of the 6th June is a biggy! Old boyz!!!! (check out the Utube video Old Boyz ) Chance to come back and live for one night only as the legend you once were! "FRANK THE TANK, FRANK THE TANK!!!"
Old boyz are commonly goaded with "Old nick would have done it!" and "We used to know you"
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!
Ouch! Bike crash and The Cider Chief
In 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
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 DIY nursing) 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!
*Ghost/Succubus type creature from Harry Potter, who sucks the souls from it's victims.
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 Origins - A labour of Lash). 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.
**a term of endearment in The Birmingham Rugby League Club for me...Started on Brumski in 2005 by Stebbo a.k.a Nick Stebbings.
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.
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 The Lash £8.99 free P & P)
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 (Venus Lash Trap) 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!
***Five-a-side football at The Wise Campus, Filton College, Bristol
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 DIY nursing) 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!
*Ghost/Succubus type creature from Harry Potter, who sucks the souls from it's victims.
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 Origins - A labour of Lash). 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.
**a term of endearment in The Birmingham Rugby League Club for me...Started on Brumski in 2005 by Stebbo a.k.a Nick Stebbings.
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.
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 The Lash £8.99 free P & P)
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 (Venus Lash Trap) 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!
***Five-a-side football at The Wise Campus, Filton College, Bristol
Nick gets Militant on Flyering
Tuesday the 28 April saw the return of bigboy a.k.a Dangerous Dave, basically a climbing nut (check out Mountain Vision) 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 (info on club) as enough to see them off!
Saturday saw the first beneficial flyering expo. (Flyering missions) 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.
The retort from one of the girls was "yeah, they'd be lucky...we don't do boyz!"
I said "I see, marvelously nether do I"
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!
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 Flyering missions)
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!!
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?!?
The video will be up on 'cabonca' on Utube soon peeps!
Saturday saw the first beneficial flyering expo. (Flyering missions) 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.
The retort from one of the girls was "yeah, they'd be lucky...we don't do boyz!"
I said "I see, marvelously nether do I"
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!
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 Flyering missions)
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!!
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?!?
The video will be up on 'cabonca' on Utube soon peeps!
Origins - A Labour of Lash!
This is Nick's first Blog as so I want to introduce how I got myself into this pickle....
I have a book (well I hope you know it now since your on my website!) I believe it's a top guide to drinking games. People always ask me want the USP (unique selling point) of 'The Lash'? No other book give you the insight into the what it really take to boss out a drinking...it's raw and militant!
I came to embody the spirit of The Lash 3 years ago at Birmingham University. People called my asshole alter-ego 'Bobby' (after a particularly cuntish Rugby Union player of the same name)! Nick as Bobby didn't except fines not being taken, he was loud and always on form. Bobby insured that everyone got pissed and that everyone felt included. He really was soft at heart but you'd never want to step out of line when he was in full flow. Bobby learnt his trade playing rugby Union before university in Bristol but his games and demeanor were refined (well corrupted) on Brumski (Uni ski trips) and with Birmingham University Waterpolo Club and BURL (Birmingham University Rugby League) which Nick a.k.a 'Bobby' was 1st team Capt)
At uni I started a list of drinking games just for fun. People soon started to know about this list and so they would come up to me and say "do you have this one?" or "have you heard of that one?"...and so the list grew. After uni finished I didn't get that grad job or do anything deemed a 'proper' job. Instead I worked for an international school in Belgium part-time and when still in England work labour jobs or mindless office jobs.
It was during one of these mindless office jobs for AXA that I started writing a book called 'Nothing Matters More Than The Game". I had it saved as a fake named file on there system and would write it any time that I could, always collapsing it if the boss came passed. It soon became an enormous document over 100,000 words (bear in mind my University dissertation was only 12K). It had got out of hand and I needed to tame the beast, so I decided that I'd try and cut it back making a book comprising of only the best games. Anything that could be got rid of was, and this became 'The Lash'. With enormous help from friends and family, two years after starting the project and as I later found out from my accountant after 8k personal investment (not to mention a loan from my dad) I had a book! The Lash was born in Oct 2008!
Now guys follow my story as attempt to get it noticed...
My goals
To sell 2,000 copies by Jan 2010
To pay back my angry ginger brummy dad a.k.a Psycho Pearcy (errr?...SON!) the 2k he stumped up, as until this is done my Gran will never forgive me!
To realise the crazy dream I had 5 years ago about teaching everyone how to get f**kin battered in a good and honorable way!
It shouldn't be that hard...right?
So follow 'cabonca' on Utube (see the original film) 'WolfridgeLtd' on Twitter and join 'The Lash' facebook group to see how it goes!
Next blog 'Marketing Starts' coming soon....
I have a book (well I hope you know it now since your on my website!) I believe it's a top guide to drinking games. People always ask me want the USP (unique selling point) of 'The Lash'? No other book give you the insight into the what it really take to boss out a drinking...it's raw and militant!
I came to embody the spirit of The Lash 3 years ago at Birmingham University. People called my asshole alter-ego 'Bobby' (after a particularly cuntish Rugby Union player of the same name)! Nick as Bobby didn't except fines not being taken, he was loud and always on form. Bobby insured that everyone got pissed and that everyone felt included. He really was soft at heart but you'd never want to step out of line when he was in full flow. Bobby learnt his trade playing rugby Union before university in Bristol but his games and demeanor were refined (well corrupted) on Brumski (Uni ski trips) and with Birmingham University Waterpolo Club and BURL (Birmingham University Rugby League) which Nick a.k.a 'Bobby' was 1st team Capt)
At uni I started a list of drinking games just for fun. People soon started to know about this list and so they would come up to me and say "do you have this one?" or "have you heard of that one?"...and so the list grew. After uni finished I didn't get that grad job or do anything deemed a 'proper' job. Instead I worked for an international school in Belgium part-time and when still in England work labour jobs or mindless office jobs.
It was during one of these mindless office jobs for AXA that I started writing a book called 'Nothing Matters More Than The Game". I had it saved as a fake named file on there system and would write it any time that I could, always collapsing it if the boss came passed. It soon became an enormous document over 100,000 words (bear in mind my University dissertation was only 12K). It had got out of hand and I needed to tame the beast, so I decided that I'd try and cut it back making a book comprising of only the best games. Anything that could be got rid of was, and this became 'The Lash'. With enormous help from friends and family, two years after starting the project and as I later found out from my accountant after 8k personal investment (not to mention a loan from my dad) I had a book! The Lash was born in Oct 2008!
Now guys follow my story as attempt to get it noticed...
My goals
To sell 2,000 copies by Jan 2010
To pay back my angry ginger brummy dad a.k.a Psycho Pearcy (errr?...SON!) the 2k he stumped up, as until this is done my Gran will never forgive me!
To realise the crazy dream I had 5 years ago about teaching everyone how to get f**kin battered in a good and honorable way!
It shouldn't be that hard...right?
So follow 'cabonca' on Utube (see the original film) 'WolfridgeLtd' on Twitter and join 'The Lash' facebook group to see how it goes!
Next blog 'Marketing Starts' coming soon....
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