Fucking football fans under my fucking window at fucking three in the fuckng morning fucking singing "The Hearts are havin' a partyyyyy," and YOU DON'T SAY, I TOTALLY HAD NOT NOTICED THAT! SHUT UP! *headpillow* And then I overslept, and gaaaaah. My icon has never been more applicable.
[ETA] In case anyone thinks I'm exaggerating:
| The Hearts Are Havin' A Party .. What happens when one's local football team wins the Scottish cup: SIEGE! |
That's right up the street from me, just a minute's walk or so. And that was Sunday (late) morning; when they did the triumph parade-ette on Saturday, imagine that with people crowding in behind the bus as well. Yeah. [/ETA]
I want this. Badly.
Realisation: I won't be able to do the semi-traditional European Song Festival chat-in this year, as my dad will be here for it. Bah, I say. :(
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Also, alskjdlaksjdkj icon guh.
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because...yeah.
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To be fair, i'm not the quietest of football fans, either, anmd I don't usually have much trouble with the fans, but this weekend was insane. Also, the regular chants of "Whoa, the Hibees are gay" set my teeth on edge, for obvious reason. (Not to mention, you didn't even fucking ,em>play the Hobs, you fucking twits. Gah.)