Presidents bit - The Cheese

Becoming president was very much like being asked to shag the queen, sure it would be an honour, but did I really want to do it. The short answer is yes, and I quite fancied being president as well.

I've read the presidents spiel at the beginning of GUMC journals for a while, but now it's my turn and I'm finding it hard not to repeat what's already been said. Then I figured that there are so many new folk in the club, that most probably wouldn't have read the older journals, and I'd be able to get away with it.

Life as the pres, top dog, or just plain god is an altogether enjoyable experience. I had been led to believe that it was a stressful job. But after four months in office things were going swimmingly and I was wondering what all the fuss was about. Then you guys came back to uni or arrived for the first time, and I was required to do stuff. I too now get that sinking feeling every time my phone goes on a Friday afternoon, and try to hide when I hear "that guy over there will talk to you".

The year started off with Glencoe freshers meet as it always does. Traditionally a chance for new folks to get introduced to the club and older members to try and scare them off (unintentionally). Everyone seemed to get off to a good start, and I think that the meet gave as realistic impression of the club as it could.

Fun days on the hill followed by sometimes funnier nights in the local tavern have been the sketch for most meets this year. The meets, which stick out in my mind from this year, other than freshers, have to be Kintail and Torridon for different reasons. Kintail is one of the most scenic places in Scotland and an amazing place to visit. This year didn't disappoint and apart from doing three Munro's with a particularly heavy sack I had a good day out in the hills followed by a Halloween fancy dress party. The weather in Torridon did the area justice on the Saturday making it one of my more memorable days on the hill with everyone going out and having a good day and the party after for Genis' birthday was performed in good GUMC style.

I suppose I have to mention the dinner meet, though I'd rather not. I hope you all had a good time. I was told I had a good time, though when my mum saw the photos on the Internet, she was more shocked to see me smoking a cigar than by the fact that I was dressed as a dirty tranny. The only excuse I have for my behaviour is it does a man good to cut loose once in a while and discover his feminine side.

The future of the club looks bright, and with so many youths around it should remain bright for a while. I hope you've all enjoyed the year so far, and are looking forward to hot days in the hills throughout the summer, or at least those of you going abroad are. Myself, I can't wait for the midges.

Thanks to you all for being there and big up to the committee for making my life easier than it would be without them. This year has been one of the best years I've been in the club and you guys are the reason for this…aye right, I only do it 'cause this is the only place I can drink bucky without being accused of being a total ned jakey.

Take it easy, luv cheesy (Iain for anyone who doesn't know my real name)