St George's Day

My opinion of second year student parties has thus far been somewhat deluded. They have largely consisted of laughing gas, pretentious DJ's and small talk. This is a massive generalisation. I still maintain that I have had a lot of fun at house parties throughout my time at university, however:

I feel that, sometimes, due to the high degree of image consciousness and the battle for social status that exists at my university, people care more about throwing a 'cool' party than actually enjoying themselves.

This is why I found it hilariously refreshing to go to my good friend's party in Southampton last weekend.

I guess the theme was relatively simple. Wear a Silly T-Shirt, get really fucked and smash up a TV. There were also prizes for the best T-shirt; a bottle of Cava, a DVD and a can of Oxtail soup. The party was also broadcast live online via the confused haven of Peadophiles, bored American school kids and elderly Arabic guys that is of course Chatroulette.

My mate's humble abode isn't exactly the most sizeable piece of architecture, and with nearly 200 people confirmed on Facebook alone, it was destined to be a riot.

My predictions seemed to ring true, especially when the boy to girl ratio was probably around 80:20. Loads of old faces from back home made an appearance as well, which was nice. The night went fairly smoothly, exempt from the Lord of the Flies-esque spout of en masse vandalism, and guest appearances from the Hampshire Police Force, and a trio of homophobic Polish guys who were extremely offended at the content of Chatroulette.