Well, a lot has changed since my last blog entry. Firstly, I have 0 intention to top myself (praise the lord) and I've now got a job! I'm also no longer the DSU's Postgraduate officer as I officially left that post on Friday which means I'm probally going to need to work out how to change my blog title.
That being said, I'm not leaving the SU just yet. I'm happy to announce that I am one of the new Student Champions until December. In short, it's doing the work of a FTO but without any form of manifesto. It's a bit odd on paper but in practically it means that I'll be working events like Open Day, Fresher's Weeks, Clearing, etc. meetings loads of old and new students and getting £10 an hour. It's also super flexible which means that I can still finish off my MA and earn money to travel afterwards. Consider this blog now, 'confessions of a Student Champion' until further notice.
I am now looking around to decided exactly I want to do in the future. Whilst December is still 5 months away, I know better than anybody that the time flies incredibly quickly and before I know it I will have FINALLY left DMU. My current plans are to travel and work between January and August before starting teacher training in September.
I've also watched a world of the world cup variety. I also have ALOT of questions about Football Fans. Allow me to provide some context on the situation, last Thursday England played Belgium in the last of their group games, we'd automatically qualified to the top 16 and there was this whole talk about us wanting to loose deliberately. However, this entry isn't about the football but rather, how it turned the Vejay Petally into a breeding ground for gammons.
For those of you who are unaware of what a gammon is (or only know the edible variety), it is a white male of traditionally conservative views who turn nice and pick when angered or sunburnt. However I use conservative very loosely, as I have multiple conservative friends who aren't gammons.
Now you could tell that these 50+ gammons were three things; 1. Non-DMU students, 2. Probably drunk and 3. incredibly stupid.
Things number 1 and 2 were simple enough, since the gammons were either far too old (easily mid 40s) or far too young (no older than 16) and they must have consumed 10 cans each by the 90 minute point.
However number 3 requires an essay in itself. Firstly, whilst we're on the topic of alcohol, this gathering of gammon, took it upon themselves to give the audience a nice beverage shower at the 75 minute mark (and every 5 minutes after). Now, there is a time I like alcohol showers, normally late at night during a huge party where a couple of handsome/beautiful people shake up some prosecco or champayne (depending on how classy the venue is) into my open and willing mouth. However, these gammons weren't handsome and were shaking Stella which I despise with a passion (that opinion also expands to ever other beer and larger, give me a Strongbow and black or dark fruits any day) into a group of closed mouths and very confused faces.
Wastage of alcohol aside, I personally took offense to a particular chant about German Bombers and the RAF. Here is why:
Toodle Pips,
Kelly
That being said, I'm not leaving the SU just yet. I'm happy to announce that I am one of the new Student Champions until December. In short, it's doing the work of a FTO but without any form of manifesto. It's a bit odd on paper but in practically it means that I'll be working events like Open Day, Fresher's Weeks, Clearing, etc. meetings loads of old and new students and getting £10 an hour. It's also super flexible which means that I can still finish off my MA and earn money to travel afterwards. Consider this blog now, 'confessions of a Student Champion' until further notice.
I am now looking around to decided exactly I want to do in the future. Whilst December is still 5 months away, I know better than anybody that the time flies incredibly quickly and before I know it I will have FINALLY left DMU. My current plans are to travel and work between January and August before starting teacher training in September.
I've also watched a world of the world cup variety. I also have ALOT of questions about Football Fans. Allow me to provide some context on the situation, last Thursday England played Belgium in the last of their group games, we'd automatically qualified to the top 16 and there was this whole talk about us wanting to loose deliberately. However, this entry isn't about the football but rather, how it turned the Vejay Petally into a breeding ground for gammons.
For those of you who are unaware of what a gammon is (or only know the edible variety), it is a white male of traditionally conservative views who turn nice and pick when angered or sunburnt. However I use conservative very loosely, as I have multiple conservative friends who aren't gammons.
Now you could tell that these 50+ gammons were three things; 1. Non-DMU students, 2. Probably drunk and 3. incredibly stupid.
Things number 1 and 2 were simple enough, since the gammons were either far too old (easily mid 40s) or far too young (no older than 16) and they must have consumed 10 cans each by the 90 minute point.
However number 3 requires an essay in itself. Firstly, whilst we're on the topic of alcohol, this gathering of gammon, took it upon themselves to give the audience a nice beverage shower at the 75 minute mark (and every 5 minutes after). Now, there is a time I like alcohol showers, normally late at night during a huge party where a couple of handsome/beautiful people shake up some prosecco or champayne (depending on how classy the venue is) into my open and willing mouth. However, these gammons weren't handsome and were shaking Stella which I despise with a passion (that opinion also expands to ever other beer and larger, give me a Strongbow and black or dark fruits any day) into a group of closed mouths and very confused faces.
Wastage of alcohol aside, I personally took offense to a particular chant about German Bombers and the RAF. Here is why:
- We were playing Belgium. Germany had already been knocked out of the world cup at this point, so the fact the gammons were singing offensive songs about the Germans made 0 sense.
- The RAF (Royal Air Force for those non-military folk) encompasses the whole of the UK, not just England as my Welsh friend pointed out.
- If the RAF only shot one bomber at a time, as opposed to all 10, then they really needed to relook at their tactics.
- 10 take away 1 does not equal 3 and yet the gammons went from 10 to 3.
- This chant was then followed by 'If you're not from England **** Off', not a very good message when the TV screen belongs to University that has a campaign called LOVE INTERNATIONAL!
- The singing as a whole was just awful.
In addition to this, our lovely gammon friends showed their moobs (eew), pleated footballs and bottles around campus (which caused a couple of ouches) and started a fight at the end of the match (#Classy). Now I don't want to tarnish everyone with the same brush but I have been to many Rugby matches and it's always remained somewhat classy and I've never had to fear for my life.
Needless to say I have 0 intention to watch tonight's match or anymore afterwards. Besides, the memes on Twitter tend to be better anyway.
On that note folks,
Toodle Pips,
Kelly
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