So when I got back to London I was greeted by the presence of Dana. She was here on here way to Rome in order to study photography. Pretty sweet really.
Anyways on Sunday morning we (Miguel, Dana and I) had planned on going to Church. It was actually more like 1:00 when we got there which meant we were running roughly 1.5 hours late. Now I had heard about Church and by no means is this you grandma's church, or even your parent's church for that matter. Well unless maybe they are Australian that is.
Upon paying the 7 pounds to be saved you essentially enter this huge frat party. Many people are fully dressed up as some random character. As we scarfed down out lunch outside we were bum rushed by a group of guys dressed as nuns. Upon entering it was really too much to comprehend all at once. There was rock music you could dance to blaring on the speakers and everyone had a beer. Usually this was accompanied by a sack of beers tied to their belt loop as well. I had been prepared that it was mostly an Australian crowd and it pretty much was. The only non-Australians were Kiwis, but they all look the same to me. Well except for the ones that look like Frodo I guess. They also apparently say "sex" differently.
There were huge screens above the crowd which displayed the masses and ordered them to "Show us ya tits!" and informed us of who liked to feltch. These images were all driven by cameras operated above the crowd. I can't say I saw how much someone liked feltching, but I definitely saw some people's tits.
This basically continued for like a couple hours and was interrupted by entertainment every once in a while. For instance there was a "professional naked dancer" which did like two shows. Honestly this probably killed the mood more than anything because the music was much slower and there is only so much you can get from a couple hundred people watching someone strip on stage. There was also a boat race (waterfall relay for Americans) and the final competition was of course a wet tshirt contest. Honestly that latter was again not that exciting because the place was huge. It all ended with a mass of girls moving to the stage to dance. It was at this point that we left.
The overall experience was quite weird. It should have been fun, but brought up too many questions like "Am I too old for this" even though I was not out of my element in terms of age. Also questions like "How many beers is it ok to drink on a Sunday afternoon?". We didn't really drink too much so that probably made it a little more of a damper.
It also brought us back to an issue Miguel talked about the night before. There are two actions that happen when a camera comes out. Some become more cautious, but in England the overwhelming response is to misbehave. It is insane how easy it is to get someone to whip out their breast when you put a camera on them. In the US this seems more like a spring break thing. Here apparently it happens at church.
Go to church
Here is the photoset. I have put it under night life even though the whole event closed down by 4pm. Still seems fitting though.









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