>>313422Drooling, dead eyed, aspy retard is now forced into the gang along with his helicopter mother.
I make it quite clear that I want nothing to do with him and that he's killing the otherwise awesome vibe.
The mother sees me as the devil and practically takes over the pack.
Out go the rough games and the fires and the overnights. Because special little Andy couldn't participate, nobody should be able to have fun with it.
Akela is too PC and soft to stand up against this shit and basically takes a back seat.
I give up on any responsibilities I had to the pack and just start coasting.
The two venture scouts who were the assistant leaders give up and quit because they have no interest in wrangling a retard where they used to be having a laugh. (Johnny and Nige, I've still got fond memories. You two fucks were awesome. AWOOOGA!)
Andrew's mother has turned the weekly meetings into potato printing sessions and helping the pack limp through the basic activity badges as a group.
"Akela, this is fucking horrible. Can I please just move up to scouts now?"
"Sorry Anon, they're strict about the age thing. You've got to be a cub scout for 3 more months."
"Three fucking months of Andrew the dribbling retard, finger painting and his cunt of a mother staring daggers at me the whole time?"
No thanks. I think I'd rather just quit right now.
Whole family gives me shit about walking when I'd done so well and achieved so much. Impossible to put across to them how shitty things had become under the Tards mother and Andrews shitarse antics.
Start playing Rugby a couple of months later. Booze everywhere, positive aggression, controlled violence and a slow trickle of females. NOICE!
Give up on anything /out/ until my early twenties when Ray Mears and nostalgia for grandad drew me back in.
Nothing but good memories before that though.
Scouting in Britain is fucking awesome for the most part.
