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The whole of the Owstwick phenomenon is by no means easy to understand. It all started out in 1989, when as a 16 year-old, Ray Fenwick first learned to ride a bicycle. He went on a bike-ride with his friend, Shane Jessop who lived nearby. Now, Shane had a girlfriend called Sarah, who lived in Owstwick, at The Elms. Shane was in a band and later Sarah joined as the drummer. Ray joined the band as a guitarist/recording engineer. The band consisted of
Kevin - Guitar / Vocals
Shane - Bass
Sarah - Drums
Ray - Guitar / Recording
Later that year, Ray started college and met up with Adam, Mark & Steve. They all had similar interests in humour, computers, women etc. Ray dragged them to Owstwick and converted them to his new-found lifestyle of birds, booze and bikes. It was then that they came up with the term "Owstwecian" to describe themselves and they started to write short books to collect together all the nonsense, jokes, drinking and generally taking the piss out of everything and anything. This was the birth of "The History of Owstwick"
Owstwick is a small village just past Burton Pidsea on the road heading east out of Hull, UK. It is the location of The Elms, a late 18th century house. This house was in fact the servant's quarters to the original Elms. An even larger house that was located where the barn and the yard is now. The Elms has been empty since 1992, consequently it had become Dwoi. Owstwick isn't just a place. It is also a culture, a cult, a way of life, and an excuse for the behaviour of a group of ex-college students.
And that's about it really. I'll add some more when I can be bothered.
Proposed Content for this Site:
A beginner's guide to the Owstwecian Language.
The Complete Outsider's Companion to the History of Owstwick
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