The most difficult thing about making this website is trying to get across how
different the years are to each other. For example, you'd think third year,
what with it being the final year to turn the degree around and with us living
back on campus, would be very similar to first year. Ordinarily this would be
true. However, four of the members of our new home, Lindley Court House D of
Halifax College, had endured the House of Bamboo the previous year. Uh oh.
The four surviving
members of The House of Bamboo who lived in Lindley D were Al, Dan, Richard and
Toby. Eventually, Mike would leave his University-provided accomodation and
live round the corner in House F. Along with the four that we are so acquainted
with, eight other slack-jawed troglodytes lived in D. Unfortunately for all of
us, not one of us was female. Oh, what fun we would have!
First, a little bit of history. The twelve of us came together via a
combination of Dan's selection skills and the Generation of Accomodation
Allocation in York (GAAY) machine employed by the University. In other words,
as third years we were allowed to pick the house we lived in. Dan picked first
and hit upon Lindley D, since it was close to the bar and, erm, that's it.
Seven more of us duly followed. The other four were selected by the GAAY. The
'dickhead dozen' were ready and in place.
was a tumultuous time. For many of us, this was the time when we would finally
buck up our ideas and do some work. After all, first and second years didn't
really count for much. The final year was where all the marks were. The plan
was perfect apart from one fatal flaw - third year timetables are generally a
lot less hectic than those of previous years. Not many 9:15's either. Hence,
the Lindley D crew went forth and caused much more mayhem and destruction than
ever before. Yes!
The year actually began quite sedately, as it always does. All of us introduced
ourselves politely with warm, manly handshakes and things looked peaceful.
However, a mere seven days later, we were already pissing off the neighbours
with fire alarms in the wee hours of the morning, drunken singing and general
We had already became quickly accustomed to the ways of Halifax College. It
certainly weren't no Wentworth. However, hardened from our experiences of
Wentworth and, for some, life at 54, we made sure that the newly-formed college
got a final taste of Wenty Scum. Have a look at the
for a full account of some of the hilarious hijinks these
loveable rogues got into.
It's all over! Thank God.