A good place to start is probably the first day - The Annual Student Conference - but I shall not be starting there! Oh no...!
Boozing/eatingSo, to the first night of what we can politely call "entertainment" (to my fellow delegates that may not be in the know, this had nothing to do with any kind of stripping establishment in Liverpool!). Drinks were drunk and food was eaten in the
nicer restaurant of our delightful hotel! I must echo Jemima's comment about the appalling mint/blackberry combo dessert at the meal - for me it really was not a turn on - I could politely term myself as a "human dustbin/vacuum" in terms of food consumption, but after eating my own meal and dessert I tried one spoonful of the "blackberry mint mousse delight" from somebody else's plate, I was not going to polish it off.
To use the appropriate language for this event, during the evening I put forward a motion that we should scrawl "LIVERPOOL SUPPORTERS CLUB" (in distinct permanent RED marker pen) across our smart shirts and promptly march into the Everton Hall of Famers' celebration dinner which was happening within the confines of the hotel. My fellow members "Irish" (Andy "The Lad"), "Lofty" (leaning, yet tall as a lampost Mark) and "Cool Cat" (Ian with the slick black hat) seconded me on the motion. However, when the time came to move on it and action was needed, everything seemed to become extremely lacklustre. I then realised that the suggestion was (perhaps sadly?) the beer/cider mixture swilling around in my stomach talking, not me.
After devouring my meal we decided to hit the "town" (strange reference to this city!). A Witherspoon's establishment was the first port of call, however, despite Mark and I wishing to indulge in their "bargain" prices - our fellow students were not so keen. This being mainly due to the fact that there was a deadly, almost graveyard-like silence in the pub, due to the lack of music and therefore atmosphere, but more to the point PEOPLE!
Luckily Irish Andy was already tottering off (was it a sign of a stagger?) to find us an alternative, but little did I know that he'd choose an Irish bar that served Guinness! Would you believe? Perhaps the highlight of the night was the live Irish band playing classic native tunes! It was only upon me pressuring the three jolly fellas to play (
ever so sweet) Molly Malone - with them finally relenting - that we became decidely rapturous and in good (ahem, GREAT!) voice! No-one in the bar was aware that only one of our number wailing the words was actually Irish; a casual bystander may have assumed that we were all Irish due to our committment and macho man-hugging!
We left O'Neills bar upon closing time. My memories of the walk back are very hazy, but "apparently" it was
my idea to visit the golden arches known as McDonalds! I am resolute that it was not my idea, but I'm also left thinking who exactly I am trying to kid by saying that? I must confess that I do not drink that often, however, when I do indulge in a session, the eating of food from eateries that I would not even dream of stepping foot inside in the light of day seems to come hand-in-hand with it. I promptly - and I find this extremely hard to believe, having earlier been full from our restaurant meal - ordered and promptly tore through three big Macs and one McChikcen Sandwich. Naturally, I do not think that did my stomach any justice at all.
Mark was extremely passionate about staying out for - I quote him screaming: "Just
one more drink!"
At one point I was certain he was on the verge of breaking down in tears and collapsing to his knees and begging us to go with him to "neck another"!
The night continued upon our return to the hotel when I'm certain that the porter did not wish us to continue drinking (after informing us that there were
no bars in the whole of Liverpool were open) but we were adamant that it MUST at ANY COST! Luckily we saw the glimmer of light from the residents' bar, and were efficiently informed by a staggering Everton fan in a very smart suit that it was open until 3:30am, and "Wasn't it GREAT?!"
Needless to say, tales were told and more drinks consumed into the early hours...
What a night. What a crack! Bring on tonight and some Saturday madness!
I was mildly pleased when I was informed by a fellow student delegate after our student conference that when I turned up for the first Student meeting on Thursday in my suit and tie combo, she thought I was going to be hosting the conference, due to my attire!
A nice, if a little confused, compliment on my personal presentation. She may have been slightly shocked by fellow member Chris Wheal's attire, given this original thought process. But how often can a white t-shirt and black jeans combo go wrong? Unless you spill your entire morning fry-up plus ketchup on the t-shirt, you are seldom going to look like a fool. Save attending an Elvis lookalike contest!
StuffinessWe were previously warned in the student conference that we might experience a bit of a "stuffy" atmosphere and "stuffy" people at ADM.
Well, it did happen. Mark and I were chastised for giggling during the newspaper sector conference when we were actually quietly plotting a skit for Saturday night...
It seemed sad after all the hard work to get us to join the union fully when our student memberships expire, that she approached us like this.
ThanksA big thank you to everyone who has organised this NUJ Student "experience" as well!!
I almost forgot - in a Westwood (Radio 1 Rap Show presenter/DJ) style:
"A big shout out to all my fellow cats and delegates at the conference, especially the student ones that I'm sharing beer rounds with (on a shortly to become) nightly basis! Big up yourselves, and stay BIG in the game! One love and peace out - Brucey."