World First for CSMAU!
thequilloftruth | 26 Nov, 2006, 12:48 |
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On the 5th November, 2006, In a staggering show of technological prowess and sheer drinking stamina, the CSMAU successfully achieved a world first - a Trans-Global Hour of Power.
Utilizing the power of Skype, members in Australia, Europe and America joined together to drink one shot of beer every single minute for one hour, between 2 and 3pm GMT. As previously stated in this paper, the world's first ever Trans-Global Hour of Power began as a challenge between Perth-based member Charlie and Newcastle resident Fionn, but soon became a global event once word reached President Finty. Not satisfied with listening in to the Inter-Continental drinking between the aforementioned pair, Finty immediately demanded 'in' to the event. "I had to take part," said the founding father, "twas too good an idea to ignore."
Indeed, il Presidente did much more than ignore such an opportunity. Instead the cheeky chappie contacted his long-suffering brother in Texas, and persuaded the Laredo based Bren to join in the craic, thus turning it into a world event.
Despite the fact that this would involve getting up on a Sunday and having beer before the 1st coffee of the day, the CSMAU head honcho jumped at the chance. "Weh-ll, Ah knew it wuz gonna be tough," said the texan-twanged Townsend, "but an opportoonnidy like this only comes round once in a blue moon."
The day itself began with technical difficulties chez Presidente, with "thou'l Internet," as Finty put it, "switching off." Indeed, for a time the chuppa-cheeked chappie's house was totally disconnected from the approaching event, with the silence from the internet putting a severe dampner on the proceedings. "I thought BT had shut me out," said the president, "especially after I found a site where you can download loads of, erm, action films."
But his fears were short-lived as with almost 10 minutes to go, connection was re-established and the countdown could begin.
From start til end, members in Perth, Newcastle, Dublin and Laredo were in permanent contact, with other members in Cork, Dublin, Finland and Sweden dropping in and out of the fun. Throughout the event Charlie performed heroically as timekeeper, dedicating the whole of one of his monitors to displaying the countdown of every minute. Through the noisy hilarity of the hour his experienced voice calmy interjected with meticulous precision as he counted aloud the last 5 seconds of each minute.
In President Finty's residence sound was relayed through the surround sound system to prevent echo on the line. This later caused confusion to younger brother Peads who, after 20 or 30 shots started aiming his voice directly into the speakers, somehow thinking this would make his voice pick up easier despite the fact that the microphone on Finty's iMac was in the opposite corner of the room.
Throughout most of the hour, viola-player Karen kept tabs on events, typing furiously as Finty, brother Peads and pal Gav lashed into the cans. "I couldn't drink myself," said Karen, "cos I was doing a gig, so it made sense for me to begin a report on the event."
Finished, amazingly, by a woozy Finty after Karen left for the gig, The Minutes of the Hour of Power captures much of the ensuing madness and is presented here for all to enjoy.
The Hour itself ended in rather panicked fashion as Skype became overloaded, but with minutes to go calm was restored and participants were able to end to the intercontinental proceedings with, as President Finty could only manage, an "Inter...nental" Prost.
To those that took part, The Daily Keg salutes you. And to those that couldn't, we hereby reproduce The Minutes of the world's first ever Trans-Global Hour of Power.
Indeed, il Presidente did much more than ignore such an opportunity. Instead the cheeky chappie contacted his long-suffering brother in Texas, and persuaded the Laredo based Bren to join in the craic, thus turning it into a world event.
Despite the fact that this would involve getting up on a Sunday and having beer before the 1st coffee of the day, the CSMAU head honcho jumped at the chance. "Weh-ll, Ah knew it wuz gonna be tough," said the texan-twanged Townsend, "but an opportoonnidy like this only comes round once in a blue moon."
The day itself began with technical difficulties chez Presidente, with "thou'l Internet," as Finty put it, "switching off." Indeed, for a time the chuppa-cheeked chappie's house was totally disconnected from the approaching event, with the silence from the internet putting a severe dampner on the proceedings. "I thought BT had shut me out," said the president, "especially after I found a site where you can download loads of, erm, action films."
But his fears were short-lived as with almost 10 minutes to go, connection was re-established and the countdown could begin.
From start til end, members in Perth, Newcastle, Dublin and Laredo were in permanent contact, with other members in Cork, Dublin, Finland and Sweden dropping in and out of the fun. Throughout the event Charlie performed heroically as timekeeper, dedicating the whole of one of his monitors to displaying the countdown of every minute. Through the noisy hilarity of the hour his experienced voice calmy interjected with meticulous precision as he counted aloud the last 5 seconds of each minute.
In President Finty's residence sound was relayed through the surround sound system to prevent echo on the line. This later caused confusion to younger brother Peads who, after 20 or 30 shots started aiming his voice directly into the speakers, somehow thinking this would make his voice pick up easier despite the fact that the microphone on Finty's iMac was in the opposite corner of the room.
Throughout most of the hour, viola-player Karen kept tabs on events, typing furiously as Finty, brother Peads and pal Gav lashed into the cans. "I couldn't drink myself," said Karen, "cos I was doing a gig, so it made sense for me to begin a report on the event."
Finished, amazingly, by a woozy Finty after Karen left for the gig, The Minutes of the Hour of Power captures much of the ensuing madness and is presented here for all to enjoy.
The Hour itself ended in rather panicked fashion as Skype became overloaded, but with minutes to go calm was restored and participants were able to end to the intercontinental proceedings with, as President Finty could only manage, an "Inter...nental" Prost.
To those that took part, The Daily Keg salutes you. And to those that couldn't, we hereby reproduce The Minutes of the world's first ever Trans-Global Hour of Power.
Hour of Power Minutes...
Started after President Finty remembered he could be typin and drinkin at the same time... Carried on by Karen when he realised he couldn't. Finished by il Presidente when Karen had to leave. It's hard typing with only one finger...
Started after President Finty remembered he could be typin and drinkin at the same time... Carried on by Karen when he realised he couldn't. Finished by il Presidente when Karen had to leave. It's hard typing with only one finger...
Gav's shot glass... de jawb!
Participants:
Charlie in Perth
Fin, Peads, Gav and Karen in Rathmines
Steve, Jean, Bonsey, Fiona & Doug in Cork
Fionn in Newcastle
Conor in Finland
Kate in Sweden
Bren in Laredo, Texas
Shot 6:
This is feckin fab.... Intercontinental burping.. all good.
Shot 7:
General hilarity about recent Bones of Cork concert invitation - especially at Frosty's "Don't Bone Us, We'll Bone You" text reminder...
Shot 16:
Finty calls for an Internental Prost... can't say intercontinental... Lads try coaching - to no avail. Il Presidente has got Hour of Power 'slydexia'...
Shot 17:
Random thoughts from Fin's PA.
Fin reiterates that this is a fantastic idea. A simple challenge between two badly behaved CSM heads, Fin reckons it's now worthy of reclassification to a global phenomenon.
Shot 18:
Bit of reverb coming from the speakers. Technical talk.
Shot 19:
There is some German language being used in a very racist fashion. Steve Kelly wusses out of proceedings. It seems he is hooring himself out again for a gig. God only knows what he's doing for money now.
Shot 20:
Gavin shows sign of tiredness. Army training my ass. A letter will be written... Fionn is drinking Shenerbach. Spelling may be incorrect.
Shot 21:
Charlie has two monitors and is doing great work counting down the seconds.
Shot 25:
Douglas Kelly has joined the mayhem. He missed the start of all the fun because he was playing football with the local football team. Football indeed...
Shot 26:
Internental proceedings continue....everything's gone a bit confusededy.
Shot 27:
What is Doug laughing at?
Shot 28:
Gav is having a slash. Eoghan Kelly is here now. He sounds worried for everyone's health and sanity. Doug is concerned.
Shot 33:
Skype cannot cope with an intercontinental HOY. Shame that. Doug reckons we're gonna storm the Skype building.
Shot 34:
"A pooka pukah is a puke that surprises you like a little ghosty" President Finty, explaining things to Bren, Nov 5th, 2006, 14:34pm.
Shot 35:
A phonecall into Kelly's reveals Steve Kelly is locked out of his gig in the City Hall in Cork. Don't know how that happened. He only had three shots. Absence makes the heart grow fonder though. Steve will learn his lesson. It doesn't pay to hoor yourself for gigs when the Hour of Power is in play...
Shot 36:
Whole lot a burping going on. The boys in York Road have had one slash each. Good going.
Shot 37:
The rubgy hour of power will commence soon. England game is on de telly for after HoP...
The countdown for this shot was in Morse Code. We think Charlie misspelled it though. There is a boat parking itself in the front garden. Mayhem. The hour of power may have dire consequences for the residents of Dublin 6.
Shot 38:
Jean has joined proceedings. Brendan has offered her a gig. Will she follow her brother down the road of gig hoordom? Will she cross the Atlantic for cash?
Shot 39:
FIN NICKED MY FAG!
'A shonest mishtake' says the Fin.
Hmmmmm.
Shot 40:
Jean is gone again. More talk of the plight of Steve.
Shot 41:
"This is going very well. I think we should go for the 100 club" - Fin.
Shot 42:
Brendan has to sober up soon and drive 2 and a half hours to Corpus Christi.
Shot 18:
Bit of reverb coming from the speakers. Technical talk.
Shot 19:
There is some German language being used in a very racist fashion. Steve Kelly wusses out of proceedings. It seems he is hooring himself out again for a gig. God only knows what he's doing for money now.
Shot 20:
Gavin shows sign of tiredness. Army training my ass. A letter will be written... Fionn is drinking Shenerbach. Spelling may be incorrect.
Shot 21:
Charlie has two monitors and is doing great work counting down the seconds.
Shot 25:
Douglas Kelly has joined the mayhem. He missed the start of all the fun because he was playing football with the local football team. Football indeed...
Shot 26:
Internental proceedings continue....everything's gone a bit confusededy.
Shot 27:
What is Doug laughing at?
Shot 28:
Gav is having a slash. Eoghan Kelly is here now. He sounds worried for everyone's health and sanity. Doug is concerned.
Shot 33:
Skype cannot cope with an intercontinental HOY. Shame that. Doug reckons we're gonna storm the Skype building.
Shot 34:
"A pooka pukah is a puke that surprises you like a little ghosty" President Finty, explaining things to Bren, Nov 5th, 2006, 14:34pm.
Shot 35:
A phonecall into Kelly's reveals Steve Kelly is locked out of his gig in the City Hall in Cork. Don't know how that happened. He only had three shots. Absence makes the heart grow fonder though. Steve will learn his lesson. It doesn't pay to hoor yourself for gigs when the Hour of Power is in play...
Shot 36:
Whole lot a burping going on. The boys in York Road have had one slash each. Good going.
Shot 37:
The rubgy hour of power will commence soon. England game is on de telly for after HoP...
The countdown for this shot was in Morse Code. We think Charlie misspelled it though. There is a boat parking itself in the front garden. Mayhem. The hour of power may have dire consequences for the residents of Dublin 6.
Shot 38:
Jean has joined proceedings. Brendan has offered her a gig. Will she follow her brother down the road of gig hoordom? Will she cross the Atlantic for cash?
Shot 39:
FIN NICKED MY FAG!
'A shonest mishtake' says the Fin.
Hmmmmm.
Shot 40:
Jean is gone again. More talk of the plight of Steve.
Shot 41:
"This is going very well. I think we should go for the 100 club" - Fin.
Shot 42:
Brendan has to sober up soon and drive 2 and a half hours to Corpus Christi.
Doug comes clean and admits twas he was responsible for the barf in the Kelly's bath tub a few years ago. Bonesy is shocked and appalled.
Shot 43:
Peadar is talking to the speakers.
Shot 43:
Peadar is talking to the speakers.
He feels closer to his loved ones across the water this way.
Shot 44:
Karen leaves. Minutes carried on by Fin.
Mobile phone produced and, on loudspeaker, Apollo cabs is called
Shot 44:
Karen leaves. Minutes carried on by Fin.
Mobile phone produced and, on loudspeaker, Apollo cabs is called
"Taxi to Mount Doom there please..." Yer wan hangs up... We're rumbled biys.
Shot
Peads on a Beer run... Bren demands a beer...
Jawb.
Shot 50
10 to go... de jawb!
Shot 55:
Skype overloads... frantic typing in Skype Chat keeps things on track. Feck I gootta get conference up an running again.
Shot 57:
Conference call up and running. No casualties. Lads in Rathmines drank an extra shot just to be sure. Burps prove all is aok.
Shot 59:
What shot? who cares... Circular drinking is the key... bring yer drink to the jacks!
Shot 60:
Internental PROST!! Fin still can't say intercontinental... Hour of Power slydexia sets in all over the planet. But the dog is done! PROST!! First ever Trans-Global Hour of Power! De JAWB!!
Minutes ended. My work is done. Prisident Finty singing off. Gotta wach England get lashed in the rugby.
Prost!
Shot
Peads on a Beer run... Bren demands a beer...
Jawb.
Shot 50
10 to go... de jawb!
Shot 55:
Skype overloads... frantic typing in Skype Chat keeps things on track. Feck I gootta get conference up an running again.
Shot 57:
Conference call up and running. No casualties. Lads in Rathmines drank an extra shot just to be sure. Burps prove all is aok.
Shot 59:
What shot? who cares... Circular drinking is the key... bring yer drink to the jacks!
Shot 60:
Internental PROST!! Fin still can't say intercontinental... Hour of Power slydexia sets in all over the planet. But the dog is done! PROST!! First ever Trans-Global Hour of Power! De JAWB!!
Minutes ended. My work is done. Prisident Finty singing off. Gotta wach England get lashed in the rugby.
Prost!
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