Writer's Sports

So I mentioned I'd write about writer's sports so... it was fun! Lots of games, lots of lowbrow humour and making fun of the teachers... it was first years vs second years vs teachers vs all-stars (all-stars being those who don't really fit into any of the three previous categories). I played for second-years (although, actually, I only participated in one game) and second-years won! Wooo! (Just so you know, the teachers never win.)

This sememster it was organised and run by a couple of the students (because I guess the teachers decided to stop doing it or something? I'm not sure), Mullet and Mace, who are also in my Small Press Publishing class. (Mullet doesn't actually have a mullet.) But... anyway, the games, (which were things like short story relay - that was the one I participated in - writing limericks based on a picture - other stuff that they only had a short amount of time to come up with) were lots of fun. On one game, one of the guys, Psychic, burst out in song of "Every sperm is sacred" by Monty Python (he had to write a speech for the Catholic Mothers against Condoms party) which everyone proceeded to join in.

The after-party is probably worth mentioning, too, mostly because I got to meet and talk to a couple of people who I had seen around but hadn't had a chance to talk to, before. Plus an odd comment from Mace which probably didn't mean anything.