'The Only Way'. The first words we experienced as we entered Peele A were the words that were to guide and mould us into the loyal Peele A brotherhood of which we are all proud to be members. Under the old and proper regime, senior houses were a haven for adolescent behaviour, and our resultant traits of alcoholism and fumigation are simply symptomatic of this. The first Saturday night was our baptism and with blind obedience to the faith we have never looked back. Dan Hedges was a shining light and exemplar in our education, his detailed knowledge of anything related to alcohol has set the standard to which we all aspire. His crowning glory was the 77% incident in which the only reason he managed to defy the Dense Overweight Idiot was through total inebriation. Both he and Sam, our resident rock solid and rock stupid Northerner have repeatedly been heard conversing on the subject of Brownz, and of late our very own International Man of Mystery David Florentin has joined the clan(m?). Further from these insalubrious issues are the antics of Robert Potter our ever so slightly warped Catholic. His main principles differ from the objections of Martin Luther and are simply encapsulated by 'any holes a goal' and a 'barries is a barries'. He pulled more munters than we thought humanely possible. I pity his future wife. Remember you're only a rotter if you've pulled Scrotter. To add to this compilation came Lewis who indulged in the same seedy pastimes but layered himself with some eloquent sophistication that has got him both in and out of trouble. Other original members who deserve to be honoured include Ben Walker, and sorry Ben IT IS NOT ALL RIGHT. Ben must be noted and credited for his tramp-like appearance and behaviour, his cricketing ability and his dedication to that lovely lady in his life Amy. Remember Ben, i hATE yOU.

These words reflect one other member of our group, Tim Holroyde, who unfortunately dug his grave with sinister Emails to Monty and then killed himself in Red Alert. While reminiscing on old truths, we must take this stage to mention the fact that The GV SG BC CofS No FT, No Comment is in fact not as infallible as he may seem as not only has he paraded a Yellow Card on his GE but strange noises have been heard sounding from his room. Has falling in love done you any good Guy? The two final infamous rogues who beg a mention are your very own narrators Guy Matthews and Matt Chamberlain. During the Deps and Grecians we have taken it upon ourselves as intelligent males to exert our opinion and dispel those that rise against us. Crosswords have succumbed, fires have been extinguished and characters have been broken, sorry Plug and Dave. Strange will be the time when we all 'Grow up' but we all will carry with us our loyalty to HPH, The Only Way, and The Brotherhood. Housey!

God does exist. During the long spells of post A Level boredom, and in a vain effort to avoid writing fatuous house notes, the G Pod CBD ICR have attempted to piece together an intellectual statement of greater substance than those offered by the other house groups. Thus ensues a pseudo-Freudian psychoanalysis of the group dynamics of the Peele A bread-binship between the years of 1997-2001 after the birth our holy lord Jesus Christ (or was he born 5 years previous to this date? Or did he even exist?). One thing is for sure; the infidel certainly exists: East-side bandits avec douche. The major theme that bears the point of the inscription of this document is that of the logical and coherent demonstration of the manifesto of the infamous intellect of G Pod:

We believe in one Pod,
the Freudian Father, The All F*ckin' Mighty,
maker of all heathen and filth,
of all that is, blurred and unblurred.
We believe in one bored, Jesus Christ,
the only bastard Son of God,
eternally forgotten of the Father,
Pod from Pod, bright from dense,
true G-pod from true G-pod,
ill begotten, not MAF(F) manufactured,
of one agreeing with the Floydian Father;
through him all buff tings were laid.
For us and for our salivation
he came spurting down from heaven,
was incarnate of the Holy Spunky and the 'Honest' Virgin Mary
and became truly humane.
For our sake, thankfully, he was crucified under Anne Robinson;
he was the weakest link, and suffered the walk of shame.
After a third, Mandy rose again
in accordance with the 'common sense' maxim;
he ascended into parliament
and is seated at the right hand of the Big Daddy.
He will come again in hunger to munch the living and the dead,
and his harem will have no end.
We believe in the Holy 77% Spirit, the Ouija board, the river gone rife,
who succeeds from the Fatherland [and the Pun],
who with 'My Father' and The Sun is worshipped and gorified,
who has spoken through the Orifices.
We believe in one Wholly Catatonic and Apocalyptic Church.
We acknowledge one anachronism for the fallacy of sinners.
We look for the exhumation of the dead,
and the strife of the world to come. Peele A men.

In haste and in brief; support the FIA, vote Conservative, defy MAF(F), and above all love the brotherhood. Bonjour.