There was an electric atmosphere at the union on the Tuesday morning as 300+ people, and an inflatable man queued up for their bright pink tour tops and a bacon sandwich.

As the coaches left for Dover everyone was looking forward to the week that lay ahead! A 24 hour coach journey is no-one’s idea of heaven, but everyone made the best out of the situation and started the fresher abuse and tour challenges that would carry on for the rest of the holiday.

Football and boxing drank too much on the coach and lost a fight to a group of small children!

Everyone arrived in Rimini on the Wednesday afternoon, looking less perky than when we’d left (except the netballers who’d bought their portable hair straighteners and a suitcase full of make-up).

Hotel Jumbo would be our residence for the few days. A quick wash, a nap, and with painted faces we were ready for the first social - mimes.

Once again Portsmouth Uni took over tour, with many shout outs about our presence! The second day meant the first day of ‘sport’.

For those who were trying to nurse their hangovers they tried to stay in bed all day; for others, netball’s Fitter made sure everyone was up on time, even those that didn’t want to be! The second night was clubs’ own socials, ranging from sailors,
to bananas in pjs, to painters, and for the all male clubs the standard woman dress up!

The second night club was slightly better than the first, but Rimini hasn’t yet heard of toilets in their nightclubs! Pompey Uni was sure to be seen at the Irish ‘Stills’ bar, or the pizzas take out until the early hours of the morning.

On the third day, we were once again woken by netball, and the sport competitions were in their final day. Women’s football came first and runners-up, men’s hockey firsts won, and women’s hockey came runners-up. Rumour has it netball and football want a refund?

Competitions were over which meant a night of tour tops. This time we had to get buses to the nightclub for a laser show, with lots of mayhem because English people can’t queue - Fact.

Drunken antics were quickly regretted in the morning as a ‘confession camera’ had been set up in the hotel lobby... Tom Worman is going to have a busy time editing it!

The final day brought us some sunshine and, like true British tourists, we all hit the beach! Cheerleading were seen performing stunts, netball were playing rounders, and hockey made themselves feel at home by digging a bar out of the sand.

We hear a member of staff and an unsuspecting hockey boy got a bit too close for everyone’s comfort! Very tired and very hung-over, everyone made an effort for the last night.

Fairies, tourists, cave girls, dance club dressed in bin liners, football in their fake football tops, and many more were ready for the night’s antics.

It all began at the Stills bar with singing, dancing, drinking and for some stripping off, and Wayne the boxing coach was even seen trying to make a home video of the locals!

The clocks went forward, the nightclub was packed for the foam party, and the ice cube game improved club relations. Too much pizza and cheesy puffs were eaten all week - boxing are turning to the Atkins diet.

A fantastic week was had by all; the staff didn’t get to bed some nights ‘till 7am, Luke Thomas Betts couldn’t get any action and had his suitcase confiscated by customs so he was wearing the same clothes all week, and way too many compromising pictures have gone up on facebook.

A final thought: why did Brendan eat a raw shrimp? Did anyone know what time the breakfast was?