You may have heard about LSE's rugby club getting in heaps of trouble after a team leaflet revealed that they hate women, hate poor people, hate gay people and generally disapprove of anyone who's never listend to Bastille, shopped at Jack Wills or excreted bodily fluids over another human. Oh how the other half lives!
Following the uproar a rep for the London School of Economics said the club had since been disbanded. But why, say you? Surely this behaviour is typical of every rugby club in the land? Well, yes, but most choose not to write it down.
The 'chaps' at LSE thought they better share instructions among players demanding they reinforce the idea that rugby players are socially repellent reprobates who'd probably starve to death if it weren't for banter, casual sexism, class warfare and the confidence boost of a private education.
They refer to women as 'tasty' and 'crumpet', email exchanges must be written in a 'chappish' tone, and they say the students at the 'Poly across the road' (King's College) will work for them one day. That last one sounds bad, but you have to credit their dads for hiring them and graduates from their rival school. That's middle class philanthropy at its finest.
I'm always wont to defend team sports, but I really can't abide the actions of rugby players. They're a privileged fraternity of spoilt children (except for the Welsh), who have spent their lives getting a pat on the back for their actions, no matter how unpleasant. It's no wonder they don't hesitate to behave the way they do.
While this will be a speed-bump in the LSE boys' lives, they'll probably still be ruling the country in the years to come. And that's the really depressing part of this whole incident.