Attended by: John Duncan, Stephen Mc Cullagh, Johnney Magowan, Andy
Watt, Aisling Walls, T.J. Connolly, Teresa Mallon, Matthias with
special guest stars Parrot, Veronica,The killykeegan cavers, UCDCPC and
A spaced out look on a Monday / Tuesday / Wednesday morning is always
a sign of a good weekend and bollox I'm spaced out.
As usual it all started on the Friday with everybody having the idea
that we're going to do some caving, so on the bus and off we went to
Fermanagh where the newly painted Aghnahoo awaited. As with every trip
the journey was eventful between being chased by angry car drivers,
which Andy swears was because T.J. waved at them. hmmm maybe not, and
Johnney M the worlds dumbest criminal (well that's what it looked like
) he stole from his own shop. Eventually Aghnahoo was reached, gear
dumped and off to Frank Eddies where Les, Oz, Barney,Vern etc were
waiting. The night started off slow with the usual suspects getting
drunk - Aisling who claimed that she couldn't drink the next day, JD - two pint wonder. After last orders Aghnahoo AKA Hollywood where
Andy (pervert extraordinare) and several others video recorded
The nights festivities had begun. For some strange reason only snapped
glimpses can be remembered-
- The cave discussion group who discussed everything but caving.
- The dance competition that involved a lot of falling about.
- Shouting TEE JAY TEE JAY TEE JAY TEE JAY TEE JAY TEE JAY TEE JAY and
then jumping on someone (usually TJ as he was the smallest).
- Aisling showing us her nettle stings (oooerr).
- Johnney wanting Les to change his name to be Ian (Les be Ian) and
getting a frying pan worth of water over his head for his troubles.
The one benefit of the night is that we discovered that Aghnahoo's
floor boards are incredibly strong.
Saturday morning - what a hangover - wasn't helped by the sight of UCD
cavers who apparently walked the whole way up just to waken us -
they'll soon learn. A large clean-up (who owned the butt-print on the
roof I wonder) and one hot (??) breakfast later and with several more
UCD'ers arriving the day's activities were planned. Four from Queen's
went to Pollprughlisk on their own for some much needed SRT practice
(TJ and Andy that is) and the rest of us (5) joined the UCD lot going
to Pollasumera . One hour later and several dodgy sheep manouvred past,
Pollasumera was found - The entrance is spectacular but the cave was a
slight let down due to it being sumped off. Boho was next and with
having loosing several members of the Queen's party, due to the
proximity of alcohol, 15 people were split into three groups with J.D,
myself and Donal leading. With maps in hand, except for me because they
doubted I was a "Proper Caver" (said in a dodgy irish accent), the
far reaches of the cave were visited
- Formation passage via calcite crawls (they probably doubted my
parentage after that one). Nice stalagtites better than I thought.
- Henry's Hall up to the maze and back via the sewerage system.
Donal visited Henry's Hall but made the return trip via Calcite crawls
and JD visited the virgin circuit and Formation passage at the second
attempt (and he had a map).
A couple of hours later and we were back at the scout hut and with the
four SRT'ers back (Apparently Andy got stuck again but this time before
he reached the cave entrance) the general direction of the pub/border
diner was taken except for one notable exception. An hour later with
clean clothes and some food in us we went back to the scout hut and
discovered that a certain female, who we ACCIDENTLY left behind with
only dirty caving gear had now borrowed-
- A new set of clean clothes (thanks Liz)
- Several cans of beer
- Many cigarettes
- and by this stage had managed to persuade the dubs that we were all a
pack of northern knackers - Not bad for an hours work.
However off to the pub once again whereby the nights activities began
in earnest again. Several hours, many more pints (and shots) and a lot
of slagging later Sorry Ed (dunc) Paula (liz) Leprecaun (?) Erica (the
yank) and anyone else who thinks they need an apology the bar was
vacated and back to the scout hut where conveniently our sleeping bags
were hidden (damn good idea parrot). At this point my own memory failed
me (well that's what I claim) and all the missing bits need to be
Apparently this is what happened-
Queeeeeen's, UCD, drink, Teejay , drink, pile on, more drink,
Queeeeen's, UCD, Beastiality is best, drink again, dance, mosh, rip
trousers, drink,fat love on a mountain, Queeeeen's, UCD, drink, broken
glasses, pile on, dance, wacked head, and again, Queeeeen's, UCD,
Queeeeen's, UCD, Queeeeen's, UCD, drink - and this was in the first
Next morning again and with UCD threatening us the night before to be
caving early the next day it was pleasing to note that after all the
drinking a Queen's member, namely me, was up first. However at that
stage I could have been a damn good extra on the dawn of the dead
waughouagho. What was also noticeable was the surprising surplus of
beds in the hut. hmmm a bit of cross border heat energy saving
co-operation was taking place. At this point a view of the carnage was
taken and with JD looking like a road crash victim, bloodstone was
visited- Several dirty looks and a whole lot of pointing later (and
that was only from us) breakfast was taken. Then with the slowest clean
up in history we said good bye to the dubs and off we went back to
Belfast with several sore heads, a not so jolly green giant and a
Written and mostly made-up by Stephen Mc Cullagh based
on a true story