At the rugby the other week
Wales v. Australia in Cardiff, watching two teenage lads get themselves so drunk that even a Welsh rugby crowd thought they'd gone too far.

They were hammered when they turned up and got stuck into the beers. By half time, they could barely stand up but kept trying to when Wales did anything, which resulted in one of them falling over sideways like a felled tree and landing on the laps of the guys next to him. They took exception to this and he talked to them for a bit then got up and climbed over to an empty seat in the row behind.

This left him, unfortunately, sitting in front of a family with a little girl, and they duly complained when he bellowed 'The referee is a cunt' at the top of his voice. He was very apologetic and got up and turned around to shake the Dad's hand, at which point the pint he held in his left hand tipped forward and tumbled over the little girl, who started crying. his mate realised there was a bit of an exchange going on and tried to climb over the seats as well to join him on the row behind. By this time one of the stewards had come over to tell them to sit down and shut up or leave, but Oaf 2 was too hammered to realise that the steward was holding his coat from behind and was stood there, limbs moving, unable to work out why he wasn't able to climb over the seats.

After a protracted exchange with the stewards, they promised to sit down and shut up. As we left later, they were struggling to get out of the row as someone behind had discreetly tied the corners of the flags they were wearing around their necks together at the back, tethering them to one another like mountaineers. They couldn't work out what was going on.

Ah, the joys of youth.
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Thu 6 Dec 2012, 12:25, 1 reply)

that's pretty tame for cardiff.

( The Doveston haunted by the memory of his own amnesia, Thu 6 Dec 2012, 14:35, closed)