Local rivalry phsycosis

I think I've been brainwashed. I've never been much of a follower of football (despite the evidence to the contrary in this blog) yet I still feel the ping of hatered for my rival town. You see I've got a bit of a Jekyll and Hyde thing going on in here somewhere. Once I realise I've crossed the border I turn into a raving lunatic. Last year I went over to see Bottom live (5 I think) at their local theatre. As soon as I realised that the metro train was nearing the station I flipped. I saw their football stadium and openly mocked it's size. We crossed a bridge and I stood their laughing and pointing. We (somehow) got off the train and I started mocking their charvas for actually using the public phone boxes and not stealing from them or vandalising them.

I have no idea how I made it to the theatre, but strange things do happen. Once we sat down and they tried to rile the crowd up as they do, by mocking the local rivalries, two HUGE guys sat either side of us. From that point, not knowing whether they were locals or not, and not really wishing to lose any teeth, I shut up. Thank god for a little self control.