5 Kinds of LCR goer…

Love or loath it, an LCR crowd is a diverse one. Here’s a round up of the folk you’ll encounter on your next visit.

If you look closely enough you could probably find at least one example of each of the kind of person who goes to the LCR.

The eternal LCR – er.

Always there, regardless of weather, sickness or deadlines. The eternal LCR – er is as reliable as an apple VK. You’ve never met them without your vodka goggles on, but feel they’re your best friend as you spend more time with them than your grandparents. A constant in the ever changing world of UEA.

Your LCR BFF

Maybe you had one lecture with this person, in the first week of semester. Maybe you met them at a house party, or in the loo at Mantra. Either way this person is your best friend for the evening. You drink together, you dance together, you pee together. For the entirety of the night you can’t imagine even taking a shot without your best mate. Just keep your fingers crossed no one asks you their name because, even after eight weeks, you’re still not entirely sure what it is.

The I. Do. Not. Want. To. Be. Here – er.

There are more than a few shriekers and screamers in this pic and yes, most of them are men. Or should we call them boys?

The most miserable person in the room, he cracks fewer smiles than the staff member cleaning up vomit. Stood frowning in the corner, pint in hand, his face screams ‘I got dragged here by my housemates’. But make sure you’re first to spot him grinding with the rest of the crowd by the end of the night, once the carlsberg kicks in.

The Lovers.

Technically two rolled into one, this pair are inseparable after locking eyes over a crowded bar. They’ll hold hands, dance, and can be found kissing by the windows when the lights come up. Numbers are exchanged and they may even be spotted “sharing” a cab home. But how will it end? Is romance destined to last forever? Will love be left at the door? Or will it leave with its dignity in tatters in the early hours of the morning?

The shriekers and screamers

‘OH MY GOSH THEY ARE SO EXCITED TO BE HERE’. You know they’re speaking words, but you really can’t work out what they are. From their body language, and the fact that they’ve spilt the majority of a vodka red-bull down themselves, you can tell that they’re a tad merry. Other than that, you’re lost. If David Attenborough ever abandoned wildlife, these creatures would have starring role.

So here we have it, a summary of everyone you are likely to meet at the LCR. Anyone for bingo?