| Comment | I remember when there was a big orange walk on in Edinburgh, I support Celtic but had always ignored the religious stuff so didn't really know what was going on. I was going to play football (wearing my Celtic hoops, naturally) through the meadows with my head down and headphones on.
All of sudden I looked up and was surrounded by thousands of people staring at me, got spat at and a few bottles thrown at me, the band were particularly unhappy about me being there. Turned up to football smelling like an alcoholic, was a funny story but glad it wasnt worse looking back. |
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