Awards Evening 2005
The culmination of a hard years Korfing manifested itself in the guise of an awards evening. This is an event in which players are recognised and rewarded for their abilities, talents, eccentricities and general individuality! Yes, Cardiff Korfballers do celebrate the uniqueness of all our players, and boy, do some of them have a 'unique' way of playing! (Myself included! Hey, I'm a freestyle korfer.)A big 'Thank you' to all the people who voted for me. I managed to claim 5 prizes in one evening, which for me is unheard of! But, I hope the people who were bribed see sense and give back those 5p coins.
Well, without further a do here are the photos. To be honest, I was hoping for mix of formal 'pose with your prize' type photos and some informal ones. Hmm, best laid plans eh? Odd really, one thing we Cardiff Uni Korfers are usually good at is posing for photos, albeit at impossible angles, but then, that's us all over, we can't take anything too seriously.
So, what did we do after giving and receiving the awards (remember kids, giving is always better than receiving)? Well, I think (ooh, hazy memory recollection moment) that we went to have a 'few' drinks at the Big Sleep. I don't rate John Malkovich as an actor, but as an interior designer, he really sucks. Funky 70's wallpaper which would induce a migraine even with your eyes closed.
And, true to form, I got a wedge of lemon squeezed in my eye. Have I got a good shirt name, or what?
Anyway, here are the photos.
Nath.
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Even though it was small, Jack's award was perfectly formed. |
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Who's taking the lead in this tango? |
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Go on, I dare you, no, I double dare you to take that photo! |
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Shiny happy people. |
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Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hmm? Hmm. And well you should not. For my ally is the Force, and a powerful ally it is. Life creates it, makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us and binds us. Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter. You must feel the Force around you; here, between you, me, the tree, the rock, the novelty gift bag in your hand... |
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It was a setup, it had to be. Sure, she had a drink problem, didn't we all? But being 'framed' like that, well that was just low. |
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Do you think Michael was happy with his award? |
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Armed with alcohol, a sewing kit and bandages, Nathan gave a little evil grin and knew it would be a good night. |
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Bearing gifts, the devotees gathered together to pay homage to the almighty Karl. |
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Joey seems to have been overwhelmed by Jack's sexy pose. |
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Hang on Joey, that's not your skirt... |
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We waited with baited breath to see if Grace could get bubbles from a chupa-chup |
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How unusual, Jack in just his pants. |
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Oozing machismo, Ramzi struts off with the 'Sexiest male korfer' award. |
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James may be the bounciest korfer, but the little yellow fella on the tape looks like he's trying to go for 'best slip/trip'. |
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There's Amy trying to look as rampant as only a sugar fiend can with Grace doing something from a hair conditioner advert (rampant hair flicking, I think). |
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I was in two minds as to whether I should put this photo up (it's okay, I'm not schizophrenic) but I'm sure Grace can take it. |
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What is it with this rose? It's not even real. |
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Skip Sally skip! |
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"NOT coming in!", said Ian in a sulky voice. "But why not?", asked Liz. "Miss Polly Prissy Pants wants you to! Rumpertumskin, Clyde Frog and Peter Panda are at the table", she added. |
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Give two guys a fake rose and look what happens. |
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Who needs a Romanian twin sister pop duo, when we've got the 'Cheeky grin girls'? |
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Sally and I had a camera duel. Draw, focus, flash at 2 paces. |
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Anybody got an idea what this thing is? Pencil eraser? Contraceptive? Answers on a postcard. |
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This wallpaper is somthing else... |
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Do you ever get the feeling that you've just disturbed a private conversation? I'm such a clutz... |
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It's okay, Ian's just done a 'tihs'... Happiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I possess. |
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Heavy night? Forgotten what went on? Oblivious to what drinks you had? Why not give yourself a helpful 'morning after' memory jog by creating a photo journal of the drinks you had the night before. Caution: Excessive alcohol consumption may impair your ability to take photographs of objects and people around you. Be safe, drink in moderation. |
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He might be cool, but I think he looks like an airhead... |
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Don't knock gurning as a hobby. It can produce some very useful work. It's hard work looking sexy all the time. Good job the wind didn't change direction though. |
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As the Fonz would say 'Hey'. |
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Dave does the old 'look, my thumb isn't attached' joke, much to Steve's dismay. Obviously, Fiona has seen it all before… |
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Fiona laughs in disbelief as Steve recalls the tale of the time he was buried neck deep in empty peanut shells. |
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Eh, who's he? |
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Either Lou is imitating a primate or giving us an idea of how difficult is was getting the lid off of the catering size jar of jam she'd just got. |
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Joey and Steve sit there, captivated by Lou's jar opening antics. |
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Sat with a pained look on my face, I listened to Lou describe how she would rip my heart from my chest and feed it to a pack of hyenas waiting outside. Maybe it was my round? |
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I'm such an idiot when I'm drunk. Just look at me!! Hang on, I'm an idiot when I'm sober too... |
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Decked out in fluorescent green plastic, Fiona looked way too happy. |
