SUB CRAWL 2017

The Most Memorable Forgotten 14 Hours of the Year

 About 60 Theatre kids walk into a bar... Then another bar, then another bar, then a-

You get the picture. Throw in a playpark, a big city and some fast-moving vehicles and you have the annual STAG subcrawl. 

What could possibly go wrong?

A lot, apparently, according to you crazy bunch of boozy messes.

I asked you to send in your few-and-far-between memories from the event, to put together a collage, if you will, of the night- oh wait- day. Slash night. Slash early hours of the morning.

Hoping this will jog some memories.

First up, we have the President of STAG. The rolemodel, the mother hen, the responsible one we all look up to-

"The subcrawl was a great success for me as i made it all the way around and went to hive for the first time. Unfortunately i drunkenly ordered 16 dominoes chicken strips despite my recent vegetarianism. I tried to brush my teeth the next morning and the mint was so strong i proceeded to throw it all back up into my boyfriends sink. The end"

-Kirsty McAdam, 2K17.

An inspiration to us all.

Next up, the beautiful Gregor Weir (who literally never drinks very out of character indeed can't believe he even came on the subcrawl tbh OH WAIT):

"On this year's sub crawl, I somehow ended up on the floor of Hive after knocking Michael over (soz), and split the bit of skin between my upper lip and gum. I still don't have it"

Don't worry Gregor, at least it wasn't your bit of skin between your head and your shoulders.

Niko Single Liertz stars, next, in: 'The Tale of the Long Night' (we have all been instructed to read this in a seductive tone)

"The day started as most do over in maranotown. 3pm curing a hangover from the bad choices of the night before. Keir sleeping beautifully next to me after passing out watching Hamilton for the millionth time. When suddenly it hits me. "Fuck sake Niko don't do it. Don't go out tonight. You are hungover as Fuck". But I have to. I have to go out because FOMO. So me and Keir slump out way to the 4 or 5th stop on the subcrawl. (We where late)... People where already drunk or as the Scots say. STEAAAAMINGGGGG mate.

I proceeded to spend the money the German government gives me to survive... on booze... and questionable life choices. After the first place the whole thing becomes a blurred mixture of events. One second I'm running across a field towards a kids playground. Next minute I'm climbing on top of the glass subway station covering at Buchanan street. And then I'm in hive..."

Please tell me I'm not the only one who doesn't remember Niko standing up here?

Jenny Barron keeps it short and sweet in her main recollection of the day/night:

"Brigita fucking falling between the subway tracks and making me soil my underwear"

Again... Just me who doesn't remember/didn't notice this happening?

And finally, a closing statement from yours truly...

"I'm the proud owner of the ability to say I made the full 14 hours. Let's just leave it there and not mention the sad fact that I successfully ended up in Hive with a toilet paper dispenser I took off the wall of the boy's toilets on my head, before stoating home eating naan bread (Where did I get that from??) and only one shoe. Gutted, I loved those shoes."

Head on over to Instagram for a parting gift, a short film which I feel sums the whole shebang up rather nicely...

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