Norwegian Good!

Well that dainty Norwegian fellow Alexander fared better then anybody in the history of the Eurovision Song Contest, being awarded the highest score since the contest began. He even beat ABBA for goodness sake, ABBA!

Whilst on my way to the realm of the Reading Room, itself a harrowing mess of loud obnoxious students who refrain from doing any work, I came upon a group of Norwegian nationals having a merry old time. They were wearing some awesome dungarees reminiscent of the Mario Bros., and from what I could gather from their drunken gargling, it was to do with their last day of schooling and a national day or something to that effect.

All I had when I left was an old, bog standard white shirt, covered in marker pen with scrawlings such as ‘your a big tit’, and ‘it was nice knowing you’ (kind of macabre when you think about), complete with holes for my nipples. Absolutely charming.

Just like Eurovision, the cool Norwegians had us beaten further with the accompanying hat of promiscuity, which had a piece of braided string attached with knots to signify various drunken accomplishments. I saw one of those ‘accomplishments’, and he was naked jumping into a bush by the lake with one of the fine ladies.

Lucky bastard.

Maybe next year I’ll plan ahead, and not be lugging around a massive rucksack with every book I own inside, making me look like a flabby Ninja Turtle whilst I attempted to use my awkward British charm to woo the citizens of such a fine, albeit weird country.

Saturday night, dressed to impress!