...and other such gaps in the space-time continuum.
The Turnpike Lane Timewarp is a phrase which can be used to describe the circumstances that can roughly be summed up as followed:
"Let's fuck it in and get a cuzza"
Being a Piker is a state of mind, not to mention an experience. You know who you are... and you know how much I miss you all... (Kat and Ness included, even though you're not in the pic!)
When we actually got out the house, we could quite often be found in the bar at SSEES, plotting the revolution - or at least shamelessly expounding our views. Sometimes these views were particularly unintelligible (though if you look closely you can see "Nat & Rosie" sprayed up on the wall!), and more often we were to be found drinking beer, which possibly had an effect on our brains, or maybe that was just 4 years of learning Czech that made us all look like this.
Just to attempt to prove that life in the bar could be reasonably civilised, here are some more pictures:
When it was sunny (ie. once a year) we would go and sit in the back garden and char stuff on the barbecue, (and drink...) And pose beatifically like this for other people to take pictures of.
Sometimes, when feeling particularly adventurous we even forsook both SSEES and the call of the Balti Hut, invited other people along, and did strange things like go out to eat (and drink...) for occasions such as Giles' birthday.
When I wasn't at SSEES then I was at King's, getting lost in the corridors, and though I learnt the way to class after a while, finding the bar took slightly longer. I did find it eventually, however and these pictures are from the day of the final German exam ever, at which a major amount of getting drunk occurred. One and
Two!