Via University Times:
Next, novices are told to assemble in Botany Bay. In 2018, novices were militaristically lined up in the pouring rain, where they downed alcohol while more senior members of the club paced in front of them, bellowing in their faces and rattling the fences of the tennis courts with the canes and bamboo sticks.
This episode was witnessed by a resident of Botany Bay and a reporter from The University Times.
To demonstrate that they had finished their drink, the novices were told to place their can, upside-down, on their heads.
Botany Bay is also where the whipping with bamboo sticks often begins, according to several of the accounts. On multiple occasions, it has also been the starting point for a sprint, which sees novices – some told to strip to their underwear – run around Dublin city centre until they are told to stop and consume cans of beer.
The last person to finish their can of beer is told to drop and do press-ups.
According to one account, the whipping on the run was so severe in one year that it resulted in lasting bruises and welts.
Ooh.
Oar.
Pic via Dublin University Boat Club
Thanks Joseph Mulligan
Is that the same university that had grown men and women playing quiddich?
It’s Quidditch. And I will fight you for it. On a broomstick I necessary.
…hurlers on the snitch?
Indeed ;)
Almost as mad as grown men and women playing football.
no, it’s really not…
Forgot to say blushirts, that means you’re it.
Corky McComber tells me in the old days the RCs used be put through the same jolly hoops if they wanted to join Rathgar bridge club!
Good times.
i see lidl have those belt sanders in again liz – corky says the skirting boards in your priorswood flat need doing again..
Oh the humanity!
I’m beginning to suspect those born rich lack a certain humanity. Call it a hunch.
How do you know they come from money?
Call it a hunch…
So, non-drinkers got a free pass for that nonsense?
Nerds pretending to be jocks. Hope the crusty old Dean doesnt find out.
Well some spiffingly, brave tossled hair chap should speak up or are they all afraid to stick one’s oar in??
Same thing used to happen to me when I caddied. If they asked “do you want tee”, that’d mean a tee sandwich, which was a load of tees in between two slices of bread you were forced to eat.