In the first year of living in the Gay Towers, Andrew Peachbert became inexplicably synonymous with tightness.
His main passion in life; economics, fuelled his love for the conservation of that rare substance in student
houses, commonly referred to as money.
In our second year at uni this could was
reflected primarily by his love for all things miniature as well as the infrequent nights he joined us out.
His love for all things miniature amused a lot of us, and its just as well that Matt wasn't living with
us through the worst of it, as he surely would not be able to understand this (however, Peach could as per usual talk him
through it?!).
Mini tins of beans where the main offenders, although they were
accompanied by packs of precooked rice (which would constitute a minimum of two meals), tiny bags of sugar, pasta and almost
anything else you care to name if only they sold half an egg.
From the beginning of the first year we all recognized Peachy's passion for long stories (with no definable
point or end!) and this amused none of us as much as Will, who would end them by tapping out or singing Bore finger. Peach tried to explain his story telling by claiming that his mates at home go out
and just sit in a pub and tell stories riiiight! Whatever happened to traditional
nights out, for example going out to your local shite club on the pull?
In Peachs (and Sis) search for alternative nights out they provided us with a few good ones, most notably
for me at Poonana. Me, Peach and Sis cake nights were also enjoyable, and even
if they were shite it was worth it just to see Beev and Pistol Pete fall in love for a singular night late last year.
All things anal will also associated with Peachy; from his ordered shoes, lined up against his bed to his
frustration at CDs becoming out of order And please, never kick his rug!
In the second year Peachy became the self proclaimed, undisputed hardcore drinker of our house. As well as his incomprehensible capacity for consuming alcohol he will be remembered by his second year
house mates for his tight gym vests and woman wooing ways.
Peach was named by Dave as the lame dear of the second year in regards to his failure to pull, hardly a
surprise with lines smooth lines like Will you suck my cock? How do you expect that to work? Youre not Eddie!
Peach began to carve a few extra notches on his bedposts in the second year, maybe it was his tight gym
vests that gave him that added female magnetism?!
Finally, it would not be right to give an account of Peach at Uni without mentioning his unparalled love
for Club Zeus. Please correct me on this Peach, but I think Im right in saying
that after a bottle of wine, on a Friday night we headed into town led by Matthew night who was in search of some young scally
slappers. When we got in Club Zeus we discovered it to be empty, and a drunken
Peach was irate and outraged at having to have paid £4 entry for a shite club with shite music (and no-one in there). He was kindly refunded the money by Dave upon entry to Mega, as we left after we had
all (with the exception of Andy) been suitably amused by the experience!
