Tequila boy

I have a friend called James Perkins. James likes to drink, often to the point where he forgets most things. Many mornings I’ve asked James; “Did you have a good night last night?” Many times James has replied to me; “I don’t know.”
In our first year, James built up a reputation as a charming young man, but on a night out he became a frightening menace of a chap, able to consume alchohol at the rate of a sieve, without even knowing he was doing it.
However, his reputation became shattered to pieces one Winter's evening in 2007. James came round to Doulton to play drinking Pro Evo (a football video game for all you crazy non football people). I had brought a bottle of sidekick in preparation for the occasion, and James brought tequila. That was his first mistake.
For whatever reason, James did not take kindly to the forthcoming tequila. After his first shot of the night, James’ face became pale, his speech inpaired, his Pro Evo “skills” turned into that of a legend, as he soon scored three goals past me with his goalkeepers. That’s not even a lie, he did it. I don’t even know how, it still haunts me to this day.
It was the second shot of tequila that secured James’ status as a Doulton legend though. The son of a gun downed it like a trooper, but within seconds of me turning round to pour the next set of drinks, he had Usain Bolt’d out of my room to the toilet, where to the disgrace of his high standards of life threatening drinking, he threw up.
What seemed at the time was just a funny story, soon became elevated when the next year of Doulton heroes moved in to RDYellow in 2008. I helped people them move in, and they met my friend James, where inevitably, the tale of his woe may have come up, repeatly, to the point where he developede the nickname “Tequila Boy.”
Tequila Boy is still greeted by his adopted name many a night in the LRV, and his greatest shame has since spurred him on to become one of the greatest drinkers many of us have ever seen. Long live Tequila Boy. And remember kids, don’t do drugs.

autumn video montage (sophie powell)

box goes down the stairs (sophie powell)

jemma becomes a horse (sophie powell)

waterslide (sophie powell)

piggy back war (sophie powell)

jason the unexpected (Sophie Powell)

Mattress jumping (courtesy of Sophie Powell)

The girl Nick pulled and Tim

Nick Kiefert has a way with the girls. Tim Orchard is not fond of the Leek Road Venue. Nick often took girls back to Doulton from the LRV to play scrabble and get to know each other etc. Except one night, things took an eventful twist. After a lovely evening at the lrv, Nick took a girl back to Doulton, oblivious to the drama and confusion that would soon follow. With all the Doulton sound asleep, Nick's girl went to the toilet, but this was not an ordinary trip to the toilet.
Nick's girl got very lost on her way back from the toilet, down the relatively tiny corridor that is the top floor of Doulton. I awoke some time during this and on my way to the bathroom, and saw a blonde girl looking rather bewildered. I ignored her, because I really needed the bathroom. During this time though, it seemed the girl had lost Nick's room, and therefore went on a pretty mental mission to find it. She naturally started by going the opposite way to which she came, which led her, to Tim's room.
Upon walking into Tim's room, she realised a mistake had been made. Poor terrified Tim, had no idea what was going on. The morning after, Nick told us this girl had apparantly been searching for his room for "hours", a puzzling amount of time considering the thirteen rooms that made up the top floor, which means Nick's girl could literally have walked into anyone's room, for any amount of time. Tim was eventually ok after his ordeal, and has continued to live a full and healthy life. Another lesson, for all you kids, don't do drugs.

Me and George

In the first day of living in Doulton, everyone probably suffers the confusion of mistaking someone else's door for theirs, and has to stop themselves from going in. Not me and George. George Woodward lived in 63 and I lived in 62. In my first morning after freshers saturday, I strolled to the kitchen to make some toast, I enjoyed that toast, and went about going back to my room for a well earned nap. Only things didn't quite happen that way. After a simple turn left from the kitchen, confusion instantly began to grow, and within a matter seconds, I had walked into George's room, with a confused, naked boy looking back at me, as if to say "why have you just walked in to my room?"
I lived with that shame for weeks, until one day, all my trauma was relieved. I was sitting in my room, enjoying a lovely day watchin girls play lacrosse outside my window, when a strange noise occured. That noise was my door opening, with, guess who? Thats right, with George standing there, uttering the words "this isn't my room"
If me and George ever lived together again, whose to say we wouldn't walk into other peoples rooms again. All that can be said, is that kids, dont do drugs.

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Welcome!

Hi everyone, cheers for taking time to look at the blog. Hopefully this will become the ultimate Royal Doulton with the help of everyone. As everyone who's been there knows, there's something special about Doulton, from the people who have and do live there, to its history of being awesome, and its great location to stumble back to from the lrv. I'm going to try and get as much content on here as possible from videos, pictures, stories and any updates on whether I can sneak back in there now and see if there's still things hidden in the roof, obscure drawings engraved on people's doors and blu-tac on people's fire alarms. Keep checking it out for regular updates and despite the actual Royal Doulton company going into liquidation last year, hopefully we can keep the spirit of Doulton alive forever.