22/10/2024
This week the boys take on the Young Pretenders, a side who do even more damage to this University’s reputation than I do.
A team whose entry requirement is that your school fees were over a certain amount per year, if the SU wants to get upset with my friendly abuse of other teams, I point them to the team who are a few trust funds short of a lordship. The only team in the league to use the family WhatsApp group as a dating site (Daddy says that first cousin is legal, and he owns a law firm), the YPs put their webbed fingers to good use and are apparently fairly joué when it comes to backs moves.
As a humble young man who resides in the frozen wastelands north of Watford, I’m sure to be targeted by the 4th Marquis of butt f**k nowhere, as he sniffs out my lowly status and executes me from horseback as if I were a fox. But I will acknowledge that these jokes come from jealousy as who wouldn’t love a guaranteed job after Uni and a butler to dispose of the prostitutes you get pregnant. I am of course terrified of anyone who pretends to be young seeing as the last time I got chatting to a girl online she was in fact a 43-year-old police officer named Brian.
I’m keen to see what History can do on Wednesday before I’m thrown out of uni by the SU or arrested (whichever comes first).
Love (is love) and champagne x