The Tab Tries: Streaking in Wadham

We ran naked across some lawns


It was a warm, summer’s evening. We arrived at Wadham college, a place so edgy that it could be a circle. We were four. The quad was one. And in the darkness, the quad seemed pretty damn lush. And when a lawn looks lush, there is only one appropriate response: to run across it without any clothes on. Obviously.

After nightfall, it’s even more luscious, springy and delicious

They say streaking isn’t encouraged. But why, on the ground floor, have wardrobes? Looking at the stars above us, we knew it was fate. Naturally, there were some Wadhamites wondering around- but hey, this is Oxford, the most progressive city on earth, and we’re cool with nudity.

By day, a staircase. By night, a ‘stripping cave’.

After loading up the clothes mule, sending it off to the far corner and waiting for a good 5 minutes, it was time. The dash lasted less than 30 seconds, but the memory will last a lifetime.

Just exhilarating. The door is in sight

It was in the ten minute loiter before swiftly exiting via the lodge that I realised: it was, in short, the most exonerating experience I’ve had since watching ‘Free Willy 2’ back in 1999. We were sure to give the porter a little wave on leaving. He was either a) senile or b) quite reasonably didn’t believe that we’d have such a nerve.

Generation P: Taking photos of everything

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