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This normally takes one day, but we got the special couple's bonus of getting to go twice. Of course it is mostly just sitting around listening to names, but we also get to take photos in these funky robes. Here's a ridiculous amount of photos of me. If that sounds like the kind of thing you want to see, click in. If not, perhaps holding out for photos of a certain hot redhead in similar robes would be appropriate.
But we made it. Sun was shining for that day, so not purchasing the robes at 200 pounds worked out great. Also that blue thing that actually lies on top of the robe and connected by a button in my shirt could have been better thought out - it always falls off.
Regardless, I look quite comfortable in this. Maybe it's because I am about to receive a masters degree and pride is swallowing me from the inside, or it's because mum came in her 'country's national uniform' to distract everyone.
I like this one. In fact, so much that I went ahead and removed the shadows from those disorderly pieces of string on the hat.
Girl basking in my glory. To be fair though, she is increasing the grandiosity of my glory significantly.
My hair looking natural under the bulb of containment that was placed underneath the square to keep it balanced. It parasitically sucks the life of your hair to stay afloat.
Hol sporting a long dress - but with sufficient cleavage to not be boring I was told - and bondage shoes for the occasion. This is acceptable.
More standing around. Someone is taking a photo behind me as well. If that guy takes a photo of someone taking a photo as well, we could form a complete triangle of photos of each other, which we could potentially navigate through google streetview style in. Just something to think about.
'The outfit is complete. This is possibly the only time in history people have combined these two traditional costumes. I AM UNSTOPPABLE.' -sentence that I now wish was said more than in just my head
Ceremonial throwing of the hats. I didn't buy my photo there (29 pounds) as I feel this amount is sufficient, but I did get two hats landing on my head with the fucking right angle pointed perfectly for brain drilling. Fun.
All my four friends this time - and the single country representation is broken. The guy on the left was an octochamp on countdown in his third year, meaning he could get into Moss' special countdown club, drink his milk and kick ass.
The only guy standing proudly in this photo, has already been knocked out by hats and no longer knows fear. Ha.
I was not familiar with the holding of the hats thing, so I am instead channeling god save the queen.
Hol thinks that one day she will be as fat as this building. At least then there's a perfect sized pool to drown her in.
