Saturday-Sunday: Masking tape, coloured pencils and a traffic cone
I still don't honestly know what sparked this particular plan... but the ICC work party, tired of equations, ligaments and the many, many facets of our subjects that cry out for revision, took a "break" at around 1.45am to draw up an impressive number of A4 signs for friends' doors.
First stop, however, was Revs' room - we had something special planned for him...
We were aware of a certain traffic cone that had, for some time now, been sitting at the entrance steps from Green Street. We also knew of a "Danger Do Not Cross etc. etc." tape strip Cez had acquired, that would be a nice length to span a doorway...
First, of course, we had to move the traffic cone across the street to Angel Court. If the Trinity St.-Angel Ct. gate had been buggered (as we've come to expect these days) the plan might have been prematurely sunk - a large group of porters seeing "drunken" students carrying traffic cones into Great Court would probably have had a different and possibly less benevolent attitude than the taxi drivers and drunken townies who did see us carrying it down Green St.
One traffic cone dumping and door-taping-offing later, we were on the point of stepping back to admire our handiwork at Revs' door when he started actually opening it... it would be unprofessional not to try to escape unseen, so try we did - Cez going one way, Steve and I going the other, and stopping to try (unsuccessfully) not to laugh at ourselves for bolting. Unfortunately, we seemed to have lost Cez, and during the dash down the stairs Steve managed to run into one of the bedroom hallways - a boxy dead-end which was entirely visible through the glass pane in the door... so, being Steve [cough]PARANOIA[cough] he hit the deck and waited in case Revs was following.
In the meantime, I'd circled round looking for Cez and was spotted by Revs (in my defence we just both happened to be moving past glass-paned doors at the same time) who apparently had known it was me working at his door - because I have a "such a distinctive laugh"..? After that I got some good photos of his doorway, though...
Outside, I managed to find Steve, but we both had no idea where Cez was - Angel really is a bit of a maze in these circumstances. So, we moved towards Blaise's bit of Angel... and found Cez coming downstairs, masking tape in hand, doormarking accomplished. Blaise's sign, incidentally, read "Go ERGSFD"... more on that later...
So, here's a quick round-up of the signs we used:
Ana: "Anyone for some PATÉ?" (With accents to make 'paté' resemble Blaise's surname)
Richard: "Pokey the Penguin WANTS YOU!" (accompanied by Uncle Sam -style picture of a penguin)
Andrew: "Aaaaagh! A 7mHz Nightmare!" (lol CompScis)
James H: "Caution: Leotard Crossing" (Why? Why not?)
Alex: "Beware of Platypus (duck-billed, no less)" (Uhhhh... it was late...)
James O'D: "This way to MAGHERAFELT" (with arrow pointing down the hallway)
Ramsey: "Go ERGSFD!" (this phrase, we have decided, is Swedish for "go violate yourself in the rain, you son of a goatherd")
Kieran: A biiiiiiig picture of a STRAWBERRY.
Pictures will be up if and when I get them, and if and when I remember to add them and can be arsed to do so.
Shortly after returning to my own room, a note was slipped under my door informing me that I and my accomplices should write 500-word essays beginning with "There is a strawberry on Kieran's door because..."
"The winner will escape my mindless wrath.
Cheers,
Kieran."
We didn't write anything, oddly enough. And the morning after, I caught Cez in the act of taping a "Gotcha" sign on my door... we're undecided as to whether that one counts or not... :D
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