Those Darned Homosexuals and their DiscoPop

Oooh, it's Canterbury Gay Pride today! so there's LOTS of noise at the moment, but I'd rather listen to lesbians play acoustic guitars, Scizzor Sisters and, erm, the raffle being announced than naff chants of Eng-er-land all the live-long day.

Not that I mind the football - I'm normally fairly indifferent, although it's fun to watch a match with passionate friends and a couple of tinnies, it's just the sheer knuckle-dragging twattery that people seem to want to display whenever a big match is on. Well summed up at 1/2 time (we knew it was half time because all of a sudden the street that we were sitting having a nice cold drink at suddenly became filled with shouty idiots) by a scrawny topless uberChav wandering drunk down the street, alone, haranguing those that he passed by. He decided that the mum of a very young family sat next to us wanted to be aggressively talked at:
TWAT: Oy. Oy sweet'eart, 's'one nil. England've just scored.
YUMMY MUMMY: Yes... that's nice.
(Yummy Mummy was probably, like us, very aware of the score since the match was playing inside the cafe we'd all ordered our drinks from)
TWAT: (with growing aggression) Yeah, it's great, innit, sweet'eart. I tell you what, darlin', I reckon they're gonna go all the way.
YUMMY MUMMY: Mmm.
TWAT: An' I reckon they're gonna beat... THE GERMANS! BLOODY GERMANS!
Twat then wanders off towards a group of touristy looking teenagers, intermittently screaming ENG-ER-LAND! and FAHCKING GERMANS!!!

Larks.

*toots my bad self*

I've been mulling over a sequal to my Very Favourite Sealgirl Fic, "Inversion" (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2235931/1/), for a while, and today I just had to write it. So here it is: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2984338/1/

Hope ya like!