John Phillip Beevers will always be remembered by members of the Clarendon Palace, for his legendary devotion to cleaning
our house (and the renowned Yareeeeeeeet)!
Beevers was the driving force behind the smooth running of the house, carrying out jobs such as putting the bins out, paying
bills and cashing cheques into the house account, things which were alien to the rest of our house.
He was a big fan of his room, and could be found for the majority of the 1st year in the house; lying on his
bed, watching his sex in the city box set. Beevs bed one night saw a little too
much action, when the rest of the house decided it would be funny all get on it whilst he was lying in there, predictably
it broke. Unfortunately, the big man Dave Rowling could not be blamed for this
as it snapped (obviously on a weak point) where I was standing.
Student life in the second year got too much for Beev, and the call of reality tv gave him a promising alternative. A series called The Mole appealed to beev and he wrote a letter from which I can remember
the following:
I am currently a student studying Geography at Leicester University, and am very bored of my course. I have to go on the Mole as, whilst I am stuck in my dirty student house I think Im turning into an adrenaline
junkie!
Beev must also be remembered for his drunken moments. He is the only person
I know; who have declared that they are in love with a cardboard box, has wanted marmalade in his wine and has been unfortunate
enough to get puked on twice when out on nights out.
After the events discussed in the Mavericks section, Beev was welcomed back as a member of the Clarendon palace in the
final year of residence.
It had been discovered at the end of the second year that Beev was an excellent sales man, convincing housemates to buy
(amongst other useless items) a banana skin, for a comedy moment. There are clearly
better salesmen than Beev out there however as someone convinced him to buy the heinous game cube. Starfox and Zelda became the new sex in the city in the second year for the centre of Beevers attention.
At the end of the second year Beevers taste in music can be recalled to be akin to that of a 14 year old girl, however
after a period of independence at Putney he came back a fully fledged opera fan and spent much of his time in the shower,
his room, the gym or almost anywhere you care to mention singing in his distinctive warble.
Si in particular was a big fan of his singing and I can recall him telling me what a treat it was to be woken up daily
by the subtle beever tones!
Beev became a member of Cannons fitness club, much to the bemusement
of the rest of the house (considering one month at cannons is more expensive than a whole year at the uni gym)! Beev eventually cancelled his membership after he realised he was being exploited for his well earned money
whilst he was working as a local hero and is now much fitter and happier than ever.
(Daniel Shearly)
