25h September

25^th September

Yesterday was the grand bar-crawl of bar-crawls, the DMU fresher’s funky penguin bar crawl. I was going to have to try and wing it. Unlike other events where all you need is a ticket, for this you needed a t-shirt, which guaranteed free entry into the 6 or seven clubs visited before heading on to the inevitable Liquid.

However my dilemma began when t-shirts sold out. In fact, my dilemma actually began a good time after they had sold out, so I was left without. It looked very much like I wouldn’t be able to go, I had money, but no t-shirt. And then I had the brilliant of brilliant ideas.

There are several distinct colors of t-shirts for the bar-crawl, probably with about 300 t-shirts of each colour and five or six colours in all. Each group sets off on the barcrawl at 30 minute intervals, to prevent overcrowding. Given that a group of friends will want to be together, they will naturally all buy the same colour t-shirt. By fortuitous chance, I actually went on the same bar-crawl last year (and the first year too!), and had, by virtue, saved my t-shirt all year, and a few other peoples besides.

Whereas the colours of the t-shirts vary, the logo printed on each rarely does. So I took a chance on tarnished honour, or a good night out. It was a chance I would not be regretting! I was denied entry nowhere, and saved myself the £8 t-shirt cost as well.