Covid has ruined everybody’s life, from kids not being able to see their friends to old women not being able to go to jazzercize on a Wednesday night. But out of every group to be affected the worst, uni students are most definitely up there. £9k for FaceTime, half arsed accommodation and NO CLUBS!? 

Drunken nights at the local night club followed by a filthy kebab is what defines a uni student. Therefore, myself and my flat mates have had to find ways to still have fantastically drunken Friday nights. And that is where Pub Flat Golf comes in….

Eight holes, eight drinks, eight people and a lot of throwing up. For those who don’t know what Pub Golf is…. A group of friends go from pub to pub drinking a different drink at each in as little drinks as possible. Each ‘hole’ has a par which each team must attempt to complete, for instance a par of four would mean both members would have to complete their drink in two.

With pubs closed we decided to do in the comfort of our own home. Starting the night with a Sex on The Beach and ending it with a bizarre concoction of beer, Sourz, vodka and Smirnoff Ice. 

The eight of us were split into four teams, James and I as Team Sober, Katie and Maddie as Team Tinder, Reece and Ryan as the Brexit Boys and Josh and Izzy as Team Pregnancy. Team Tinder and Team Pregnancy had a shocking start with a score of ten and nine. Team Sober and Team Brexit made a strong start with three and six. 

These kind of scores were a good sign of firstly who was going to win, who was going to lose but most importantly who was going to be the most drunk. 

As the night went on it became more and more clear that Team Sober were going to win and Team Pregnancy were going to lose by a long way. To our surprise though, Team Tinder, who are notorious for only rarely getting drunk, made an impressive comeback near the end of the night with both managing to secure a few hole-in-ones. I think it’s fair to say that my drink was the most hated, a fireball shot.

By the end of the night, with eight extremely strong drinks down in 30 minutes, I think it is fair to say that everybody was slaughtered. James and I did indeed secure the win with a grand total of 20. The Brexit Boys were a close runner up with 25, Team Tinder with 33 and Team Pregnancy with an appalling score of 42.