Monday, December 8
Rugby!!!
Well, at least I made it out of bed in time for my class. 8am today, which is a rarity. And what's so wrong with 2pm?! Everyone needs a lie-in at least sometimes.
Anyway, I'm glad I made it to the class, because I learnt a fair bit. Like how German Staatsrecht (Law of the State) is really easy if you've already done English Public Law in your first year... Also, we're moving on to studying European Law and its relations with German Law. Who's already done a year of European Law and got his best mark on that exam? Umm, that'd be me. I need to pay attention though, because it's European Law that I'm studying in Germany next year. I need to learn the vocabulary, if nothing else.
And now onto the important news:
RUGBY!!!!
Yep, I made it to the parade, and it was amazing. I was on the east side of Trafalgar Square, and was standing amongst a cool group of people. We had to wait for absolutely ages for the buses to turn up, but at least the lovely people at o2 (they also are my mobile phone company, so I like them..) had installed 2 massive screens on the British Gallery, so we could watch the coverage as they inched their way down Regent Street and Haymarket.
What a great atmosphere. There were trumpets everywhere, blasting out tunes left, right and centre, as well as an incredible amount of flags and banners. We sang Swing Low Sweet Chariot god knows how many times, and it was unbelievably loud. Try to imagine a few hundred thousand voices in a relatively small area booming out that song. That's shock and awe for you.
The funniest part for me was when a guy with a trumpet started playing 'Land Of Hope And Glory' right near where I was standing. Everyone knows the tune, but no-one knows the words, so there was this big group of people going "La la la laaaa la la laaaa laaaa la laaaa laa" along with the trumpeting. Very funny. What are the words to that song? Anyone know?
When the buses arrived, there was an almighty roar and the noise continued for ages. John Inverdale from the BBC then interviewed a few of the players, including Johnny Wilkinson. He got another huge cheer, but nothing like the one reserved for Clive Woodward. I swear he had tears in his eyes.
Basically, it was an amazing day, and I took loads of pictures. They're over at my Photo Blog, so go check them out. I also used my camera to record a few movies, but they're not brilliant quality. I might upload one or two a little later.
Swiiiiiiiing loooooow, sweeeeeeet charrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiot, coming for to carry me hoooooome, Swing loooow, sweeeet charrrrriiiiot, coming for to carry me home.
Swiiiiiiiing loooooow, sweeeeeeet charrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiot, coming for to carry me hoooooome, Swing loooow, sweeeet charrrrriiiiot, coming for to carry me home.
Swiiiiiiiing loooooow, sweeeeeeet charrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiot, coming for to carry me hoooooome, Swing loooow, sweeeet charrrrriiiiot, coming for to carry me home.
Swiiiiiiiing loooooow, sweeeeeeet charrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiot, coming for to carry me hoooooome, Swing loooow, sweeeet charrrrriiiiot, coming for to carry me home.
