Arriving at the Regatta, there was this tangible heat that radiated from the exterior walls like the heat that radiates from a furnace. It was a familiar heat. A sticky heat. A heat that is created by the thousands of squirmy, sweaty people on the inside.
I hesitantly enter the place and finally push my way through the sea of Freshers and out onto verandah to get some air. I stood amazed by the sight. It was like I was looking over a solid pit of flesh. One big body of goop and four thousand sets of eyes.
I guess you could call it a’ populated purgatory’.
My sister and I were dancing downstairs and we spotted a little pile of vomit in the corner. As we watched punter after punter Shuffle through it we became more and more disgusted/amused. About 4 people just went to dance in it and fell over. We just couldn’t seem to help but watch lemming after lemming stack it over the pile. Disgusting.
A guy even did the classic, ‘down on one knee propose to a random girl’ in it. That topped it and I left, probably never to come back again (at least until I forget what it is like).
Vomit on your knee… very rotten.