Q: What do Suicide Sunday, the Sun Tabloid, and Cambridge Students Have in Common?

A: They are all part of the madness that ensues during May Week.

Sometimes we wear hats.

When Cambridge students celebrate, they do it like they do everything else: obsessively. We’re the kind of folks that struggle with balance.

Or maybe the balance thing is just the result of too many glasses of Pimms.

Jesus College Garden Party

Suicide Sunday is the annual Sunday before the beginning of May Week. Colleges, clubs and drinking societies host garden parties and ents.

I went to my share of garden parties and ents.

After my near-win at Sumo Wrestling

Except these aren’t your normal casual soirees. They are done Cambridge style, meaning they involve lots of blazers and chats about the meaning of life.

Disputes about life-meanings are best settled via Sumo Wrestling suits.

Apparently The Sun Tabloid sends an undercover photographer to the Wyvern Garden Party each year to catch images of Cambridge debauchery. Understandable, given the presence of jell-o wrestling (which I disapprove extremely, but let’s leave it at that).

That having been said, the garden parties were far more tame than what you’d find at even the most casual fraternity party in the states.

Now after just three hours of sleep (and waking up as my housemates were casually preparing for bed) I’m getting ready for day number two.

Warm(ish) summer days

I am so tired.

Bumps. Part of a weird rowing tradition.

Today involves the Pentathlon Garden Party (for which I am currently storing around 50 bottles of wine, two foam swords, and a creepy singing horse in my room).

I will also try to stay awake long enough to watch fireworks for Trinity’s May Ball from the back of John’s. Although everyone knows Trinity’s fireworks will be inferior.

Because it is Trinity.

And now I leave you with fun facts: Lord Byron used to keep a pet bear in his house. He was angry at Cambridge’s ban on proper animals.

Another fun fact: Cambridge students are still cheeky hundreds of years later.

Goodnight.

Or morning.