Clarification / backstories

I have been informed that I am starting to leave important things out. Sometimes I'll make insinutations about certain past events that I have not properly explained. Sorry about this!

"Why don't you like Clyde?" asks Ryan.
Well, Ryan, in the first place, Clyde spits when he talks. Somehow I always end up standing next to him, too. I suppose that's forgiveable, though. What's not forgiveable are the events that transpired 27 Sept. 2006 on our BLC trip to Parliament. Unbeknownst to us, our group (80+ of us) had a sit-down lecture with a Member of Parliament (MP). He was very nice and talked to us for 30 minutes and then we had 35 minutes of questions. After this was over, everyone else left but Clyde had us stick around to talk to this guy. Clyde then proceeds to tell the MP that we are 15 of the best up-and-coming journalists in the US. Whatever. And then he says that the 15 best up-and-coming journalists from the US are going to ask him a bunch of really introspective and amazing questions - RIGHT NOW. We all stare at him blankly. There have already been 35 minutes of question-and-answer time. We didn't know we were going to meet an MP. We certainly didn't know that Clyde was going to put us on the spot in front of the MP. And frankly, we're all a little tired because we haven't stopped moving since 6:45 a.m. Monday morning (it's now Wednesday). So there is enormous silence.

After Clyde loosens his grasp on the unfortunate MP - who could care less if we're journalism students or prison inmates - he takes us outside and screams at us. He tells us that we just had the opportunity of our lives to talk one-on-one with an MP and we blew it. He says that we are an embarrassment to our school and our country (!) He tells us that we need to shape up and be real journalists and that as soon as he gets back to his flat, he's calling each and every one of our department heads and informing them about what just happened. Furthermore, he says that if anything like this happens again, he's shipping us all back home. And as punishment, he's not taking us on a tour of Fleet Street. Then he leaves.

Thoughts:
1. We did not know that we were going to be speaking to an MP.
2. We had already had 35 minutes of question-and-answer time with MP.
3. I don't even know who my department head is. Be my guest and call him/her, Clyde.
4. If I knew in advance that "being an embarrassment" would lead to him cancelling our extra field trip, I would have insulted the MP to his face. No, I would have insulted HIS MOM to his face.
5. I don't want to be a journalist. So there.
6. Send us all home and watch Mizzou fire your sorry self.
7. Clyde is an idiot.

Also, one of the girls from our group saw someone get mugged on our street yesterday!! It was 11 o'clock in the morning - broad daylight - with bunches of people around and this guy grabs a girl's purse. Screaming and fighting ensues, but the guy makes off with the purse. No one helped this girl.

Mom, if you read the above paragraph, it was all a lie. No scary, mugger-type people exist in London.
To everyone else - YIKES!