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Friday, 16 March 2007

The Bullingdon Club

There's something about dressing up in your old blue waistcoat and tail finery, getting stonkingly scorched on champagne with your aristocratic friends, and then politely trashing the neighbourhood pub. Some kids get all the fun.

Below is a picture of David Cameron and Boris Johnson and other fellow King Scholars and Old Etonians from 1987, as members of the highly secretive and elitist Oxford dining society, the Bullingdon Club. Its modus operandi to this day is to book a private dining room under an assumed name, then physically destroy it. Very large amounts of cash are then offered to the upset owners to pay them off for the destruction -- a Buller tradition which dates back to Victorian times.

(1) Sebastian Grigg, (2) David Cameron, (3) Ralph Perry-Robinson, (4) Ewen Fergusson, (5) Matthew Benson, (6) Sebastian James, (7) Jonathan Ford, (8) Boris Johnson, (9) Harry Eastwood

Now I may be exactly the same age as these upper class gents, but I'm not envious in the slightest. We had even more fun in our military mess kits, and cut even more of a dashing presence wherever we went, dancing the ballroom night away and gorging ourselves not infrequently in self-destructive binges. Thankfully our excesses didn't involve the trashing of private property and other such reckless abandon, but we still had a smashing and hogwhimperingly hell of a good time.


EnglandExpects said...

By the looks of this article that photo has actually been banned from publication, just something to be wary of

Beaverbrook said...

I'm not too worried. I plucked it from the Daily Telegraph, who don't seem to be too concerned about the "banned photo". That train has left the station.

Neil Welton said...

Surely your heart must nearly burst with pride when you first see your son in his "waistcoat and tail". A proud moment.

Younghusband said...

Wishing you all a great St. Paddy's Day! It's on a Saturday so take advantage of it!

Scott said...

I remember when this happened. The Club has since fallen into general disrepute amongst even likely candidates; and is extremely small, apparently numbering few, if any, above two or three. Unsurprising. It's time has passed. Their activities were largely indistinguishable from council estate oiks; the only difference was the costume. Little hogwhimpering, I'm afraid.