Rugby hating

Throughout my living memory I have always put people that I meet into categories of trust and personality. A bit like giving a certain type of people a mental Nazi style badge, but not as… horrible. My own personal worst enemies are what I like to call “Rugby types”. Now those of you know me will know that of all the sports I detest the most is rugby, not just because of the homoerotic “masculinity” that’s involved when playing it, nor the fact players have to stop every 30 seconds so they can stick their heads in-between each others arses and try and get the egg shaped ball. But the real reason behind my hatred of rugby is not just the fact that any sport the Welsh and Scottish can be good at isn’t a real sport, but it’s the type of people that follow it. Now I think you’re all aware of the types, mainly upper working to middle class white men, who scoff at football because of its “thuggish” and “cowardly” style of play, but when attending a game, will tell you to either sit down or stop swearing. The type of people who’ll quite happily call a member of the BNP a racist, but will cross the road when ever a group of black youths are walking towards them. The type of people who judge people on whether they’ve been to university or not, and who go travelling during their gap year without worrying about expense. The type of people who drink ale, and the type of people who think that a smoking ban is a good idea. They are the type of people that grass you up for drugs in a club, The type of people who don’t bother moving away from home because “mummy and daddy” pay for everything they want, and the type of people that will call you out for a fight then call the police once you’ve kicked their head in. Basically they are the real scum bags, the real downfall of Britain and the real people with noncey skeletons in their cupboards. I’ve narrowed down the start of this hatred to when I was at school. It was a Jesuit ran Catholic, all blokes’ school and its main sport was of course rugby. Now at this particular school if you weren’t particularly academic or didn’t care for school at all (me) you was fucked, and thrown into the classes with the rest of the scum of south London who didn’t care to learn. But if you was in the rugby team, that was your get out of jail free card and your ticket to success at life. This was also not helped by my incredible laziness towards playing sport and having a bunch of Welsh teacher’s as well. I also noticed that every lad in the rugby team was everyone that I hated the most, even though at school I hated pretty much everyone and it is the reason behind my racism and hatred in main stream humanity. I also hate the ship jumpers that all of a sudden became rugby fans when England won the rugby world cup. I remember where I was when that happened. I was on my couch watching Soccer AM which at the time was at its absolute prime. I was turning over during add breaks to see how England was getting on, obviously no matter what sport it is, as long as the Aussie’s lose it’s a good result. I remember I turned over during one break and Johnny Wilkinson kicked the “ball” through the 2 sticks and got the 2 or 3 points or whatever it is you get for kicking it over the H. I simply turned to my dad and said “England have won the world cup” he replied with “o really” then I turned it straight back again. The next day to my surprise it was on the front page of every newspaper and all my mates were talking about it. Now I’m not asking for the sport of rugby to be banished and for all it followers to be sent to camps and experimented on and gassed…although I would have no objection to it. Just for these people to be singled out for the imbeciles that they are, and for their stupid sport. Through my short journey through life I have learnt to avoid these people but also not tar everyone with the same brush, I have met some quality yuppies and posh people. Mainly at Glastonbury and through places where I’ve worked, but I’ve found recently that when faced with either a life of an upper class lifestyle of having everything I could possible want and be accepted by society…. or a lifestyle of scraping pennies together to go out, achieving great sense of achievements of getting extremely wasted, annoying suited people and causing general havoc then I’d rather the latter really.