Its grim up north, apparently, as newcastle is having a lean year- one came caving and thoroughly enjoyed a classic yorkshire freshers caving selection, one keeps coming to the pub and there are about three more due to be initiated into the easegill fold in a fortnight. Fairly lean from a sign-up of 40 odd, but then if we retained any more that 3 or 4 each year we couldnt cope anyway.
Only bloody problem is these youths are getting wetter and wetter every year. When i was a first year i spent as long as i could in the helly bridge and didnt even make it back to the yss one night, now they have a couple of beers and go get tucked up in bed for 11pm, honestly, they even leave the pub in newcastle before closing time where we oldies used to get slung out the door every week.
It's just not cricket anymore.
Humph.
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