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Friday 7th Nov.
Bang on canoe time we left DCU with a bus full of enthusiastic freshers looking forward to a great weekend. Fiona soon got the journey livened up by offering every one some Sex on Achill or was it Sex in Achill?? While the three merry men in tights, Sparky, Judgie and Peter ensured that none of our freshers were feeling lonely by providing special group sessions, Roisin swears it was the best group session she has ever had. Despite the countless pee breaks for the smaller bladders among us aka all the males on the bus we eventually arrived in Longford to stock up on food and a little bit of alcohol

After an hour spent there we were on our way west again. With the merry men suddenly turned savage, firing sponge missiles and plastic arrows at unsuspecting victims and Ma Reilly offering a comforting bosom it proved a very entertaining few hours. Finally arriving in Achill and sorting out the cottages we were off to the pub to continue the merriment with Funny Bunny leading the way in the festivities. Poor Peter got more than he bargained for when his birthday kisses turned into a birthday strip from Ma Reilly, no words could truly describe the scene. With the image of Ma Reilly still burning in our eyes we headed back to the houses to carry on the night while Ronan D. carried home Achill Head’s only sign on the island.

Saturday 8th Nov.
With tender heads and sick stomachs most of us managed to make an appearance on the beach the following morning in spite of the horrible weather. After Ma Reilly’s demonstration on how not to stay in your boat, three times, our freshers braved the icy water and gave it a go. The miserable weather meant it was only a quick dip before everyone headed back to the house to get warm and catch up on some well earned sleep. Ronan D and his possie turned their attention to transforming their hard pillaged sign from the night before into a catapult and were finally able to determine how well a flaming bog roll can fly. After such a fine display of engineering it was off to the pub for some celebratory drinks and to watch the Ireland match returning only for some grub and to kick start the real festivities. It truly was a weekend of engineering triumph with Ken’s hair at long last being brought under control with the help of ghds and the determination and dedication of a handful of ladies, ye know who ye are. Another while was spent getting into the swing of it with stroh and absinthe doing the rounds before heading to the pub and then the night club. Only mild eyebrow raising occurred at Eanna’s chosen attire of a Sophie’s jacket, my shoes and damn all else. Night club over and everyone back on the bus we set for home where Ken revealed why he should be called Tripod and the very interesting fact the 50% of Brazilians have c**ks.

Sunday 9th Nov.
With killer hangovers we dragged ourselves from bed and prepared for home. Ma Reilly aided by Eoin took one more swim to get that fresh pee feeling and we were off. Only a handful of sick stops were required on the way. All in all a great weekend had by all with plenty of craic and scandal

P.S. Due to intoxication I’m sure I missed/forgotten a lot of stuff so please don’t hesitate to fill in the blanks.