Colombo is an oven and I’m marinating in beer, coke and arrack at the Royal Thomian match. Boycy got me a press pass and that’s enough to get in. I’m no old boy, but it’s nice to run into so many people I know. Royalists and Thomians are the two elite schools that run Colombo business and society – for better or incestuously retarded worst. There are, however, a lot of good people coming outta there. As they’re brokeback schools the crowd is mostly male, with a smattering of a few velly fit (and underage) birds. I don’t have ubermuch to say cause I’ve been hungover for the last three days, but here are some of my favorite photos. There are also some hidden goodies, including me and my cousin looking like a couple, Sophist, and Gehan Dias wearing capri pants and eating barbeque (at Harean’s birthday, happy, natch).