Youth Parliament

Yes, his lordship returned to his old stomping ground to remind everyone that to get to the top you need a designer haircut, a sharp suit and a signature strut. Being a part of Youth Parliament this year too, I had to endure several "aww so you're Andrew's brother", a few "do you wanna be the governor too?" and one young man even had the audacity to mutter "yeah you kinda look like him" to which he was instantly ejected due to the "Youth Governor's Law VII, 2009". There was also a close call where I had managed to get my shirt wet in a freak early morning ironing accident (they do happen) and almost put on a matching shirt to Andrew (due to a cruel joke by mum who suggested to Andrew that he shop at a store that I had previously visited).


As for the actual debating I took a different tack to most people, relying less on factual and insighful information to argue a point, and instead focusing on subtely mocking my opposition and destroying their credibility. Apparently this is encouraged in all forms of parliament. There were a couple of formal components to the week long event, most of which included Andrew welcoming 1687253 VIP's by name before proceeding to charm them with his high-brow wit which people seem to respond to. I relyed on my tasty dance moves at the dance party to make friends, and, if the increase to my facebook friend count is anything to go by (which it most certainly is), I am increadible.


The week was great and was similar to Roff christmas in many ways, we stayed at a boarding school, there was heaps of activities, good social atmosphere and even a big spontaneous late night sing-along. Differences included getting rudely awoken in the morning and instead of rudely awoken in the afternoon, conversations about politics and society as opposed to which is the best nut to eat, and competitions where people didn't mind coming 2nd (losers). I'll leave you with a sample of what you would have been dealing with had you tried to cross me in parliament.