Crayfish: Did the Scandos deliver?

This morning I was woken with the text “M Dog! Do the crayfish review we need it ASAP !!!!” and my heart stopped. Not only do I have no recollection of how I got home but I can’t even recall agreeing to write this review. My memories of the night are blurry at best (not helped by the fact that I refused to wear my glasses because they make me look like an Urban Outfitters hipster).

The Scandinavian Society hosted their annual Crayfish Party at Younger Hall. The venue had been kitted out with crayfish party hats, bibs, bunting (which I unsuccessfully tried to steal) and platters heaped high with crayfish. Celebrations kicked off with a wine reception and we were then led into the hall to begin the festivities, which essentially involved never being allowed to sit down whilst chanting Swedish drinking songs.

It would have been nice to actually have a moment to sit down and enjoy the crayfish but I was instead forced to lift the table, dance round the table and stand on the chairs (health and safety would have had a panic attack). All of this was done whilst screaming in Swedish – being a non-Scando I just mouthed the word “rhubarb” over and over and over again (I don’t think anyone noticed, if you did then why were you watching me, stalker?).

As well as crayfish there was also a cheese plate, word to the wise (and also to you) AVOID THE BROWN CHEESE. No, really. Some Norwegian on your table will tell you it’s delicious, a delicacy, you really MUST try it; do not be fooled by them. Politely decline and pass the plate on if you don’t want brown cheese breath for the rest of the evening and if you want the possibility of a snog with one of the many beautiful Scandos that dominate the room.

Tickets were £35 and worth every penny; the society put the money to good use with tables laden with crayfish and alcohol (around 7 bottles per table and 2 vodka shots each). The KK should take note; people don’t want one glass of champagne on arrival then ice cream. We want the champagne. GIVE US THE CHAMPERS!

Dancing followed dinner, lots of dancing – and the soundtrack was fab (I woke up with Avicii’s Levels going round and round in my head). I wish I could give more details but I actually don’t remember anything beyond that. Tragic. Goes to show that the ticket price goes a long way…. All in all, an amazing night that I would highly recommend you attend; no wonder the tickets sold out in 20 minutes. Next year I’ll start queuing at dawn.

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