Back from London!
Typical northerners - start a fight then bugger off home.
That was basically what happened. Oh, and we watched a bit of rugby too. But overall, despite having to get up at a time which i didn't actually believe existed because it was so early, it was one massive party- six hours there on a bus, partying and basically listening to loud music, painting faces, eating and singing in a drunken way just to stay awake.
We got there, then walked round Twickenham looking ridiculous. Erm... the reason we looked so idiotic was that we kinda got the wrong end of the stick- we turned up with blue and white faces, war paint, flags and some of the guys even painted their chests blue, and the rest of the schools were all really posh private schools (so I still wonder what the hell we were doing there) and they were all looking very sensible with monacles and tweed jackets etc...
Anyway, so there we were, singing too loudly (but we weren't being very offensive actually, which makes a change), and generally acting like it was something we were supposed to be enjoying !?! I think this cheerful outlook upset the particularly posh people- even standing up to cheer got on their nerves!
Even though the people behind me i think were about to hit me over the head for screaming and cheering and singing and standing up (shock horror) i decided to do it even more just to piss them off (i tend to do that when i reckon people are being unfair like that).
If that got on their nerves, the thing that really did it was a prize idiot in our year decided to take on the entire crowd of supporters for the other team in a drunken rage. Well done to him. Clearly, eveyone thought he'd escaped from the zoo.
So, with this genius idea in place, he must have started to provoke those supporters or something because before long, they started to throw stuff at him and were calling him a fat bastard. They probably thought he was the entertainment instead of the rugby!
At this point, i had to look away and hide underneath the huge flag i was waving about, because the total moron decided the best way to respond to this insult was to take off his shirt and show everyone his belly. 'What a dumbass. Wtf is he doing?' were probably the thoughts of most of the spectators at that moment.
Then the stewards decided to intervene by standing in between the supporters from my school and the supporters from the other school. Surprisingly enough, this apparently didn't work, because apparently he caused a 'heated discussion' during and after the match. So if there are any people who were at that game, don't worry, we all think he's a dickhead. All the time.
After the game, we carried on the party (we had to stay positive, we had the prospect of 6 hours back on the bus before we got home to contend with), which was basically more singing etc, but this time, we also started to get very serious and competitive about uno, which was an experience. Remember, at this point i hadn't slept in a very long time and so everyone was probably hallucinating. But i swear to God, the colour of a card has never mattered to me more in my entire life.
Overall, I still want to go and live in London, seen as Camden's probably one of the most amazing places in the world, as long as i'm not banned from going because of certain yobbos.
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