Reading University Caving Club 
Here’s what some of us got up to back in January! Aside from a tight situation with Big Ben’s bum (don’t worry about him; he’s used to it), all went well. Thanks to John W’s keen sense of cinematography and the ingenious invention of the ‘camera on a stick’, we can now appreciate the whole experience in visual form from the comfort of our sofas.
For any viewers thinking “Gosh! I could never find the strength of mind and body to accomplish a feat such as this!” I feel obliged to inform you that Connor, our token American, left for this trip not half an hour after waking up with a truly superlative hangover. Having fallen prey to Martyn’s skittle vodka he so closely resembled a comatose giant that even falling off a top bunk in the middle of the night could not disturb his slumber. Eventually woken by the wafting aroma of bacon, he stumbled downstairs and in an unusually distinct East Coast accent announced
“I HAVE QUESTIONS.”
What are we to learn from this story? That bacon is a panacea for all ills? That caving is more fun than it looks? That mind-over-matter is the best way to deal with a hangover? Nay, the lesson here is … Look at those smiles!
Not so fast, new webmaster. I am still around and still monitoring from afar. What’s more I have just found a load of Jenn’s pictures on my hard drive, so I present to you 
Another week, another trip to the hut, and another couple of pairs of pants! These new pants will be added to the game that has caught the imagination of RUCC members the world over – 
Rummaging through the archive we have found exclusive footage of last year’s president J’s attempt at the infamous in-pub 5 bar stool squeeze. Note for potential new members – this is the kind of thing you may end up doing. Be warned. Later on there was crowd surfing. In a small pub. To Abba.