me and my housemate and my brother have been ahving a bit of a crappy time the last co0uple of weeks, so randomly we packed the car and drove off to wherever to get away! yay! ( i love being on the road) we ended up at stone henge whohoooooo! must admit it was much smaller thatn i imagined, we then went to a lil camping site near there and set up camp and had a bbq (my housemate is an aussie, any operunity for a barby and she's cookin it up) me and my bro had some fun climbing trees and went for a walk becasue we were hyper and my housemate needed some ' me time' we found a relaly strange horse that looked as thought it was wearing a stragiht jacket, but no.....it was jsut a coat.......me being silly went to go feed the horse and picked stinging nettles! duuuuuuuuuuuhhhh!!!! so hand was all swollen like. my brother thought it would be a good idea to feed the horse some snails which made me feel sick coz i used to collect snails as my pets when i was little! went back to campsite and ate and was interupted by some strange noises fomr the tent that was shaking! ohy dear! LOL my brother couldnt keep his mouth shut adn said 'eerrrrrrrr someone is shagging' shich left us all laughing. i woke up really early in the morning and had a wander my bro woke up shortly after and we were playing on the kiddies assult course, my bro found some coca cola by someones tent and thought if they were that fond of it they wouldt have left it for him to drink.......so that dissapeared!LOL then we saw the couple come out of their tent in the morning with messy ahir and couldnt help but laugh! we phoned our dad and he was liek whats that noise.......( the couple were at it again!) *rolls eyes* went to stone henge again and i sat and painted outside, some weird touristes kept watching me and some american guy took a photo of me painting randomly.......think my buiseness may be in the worng place! heheh!!! lots of army trucks went past and my brother thought he would show his wonderful british charm to all the horified tourists behind us by giving the army guys the finger, every single truck!!!!! we later randomly drove and ended up in salisbury, went in the cathedral and sneeked through the part your not allowed in for some reason, then went and sat my the river side with a lovely cold guiness!!! mmmmmmmm!!!! then thought it would be run to go jump in the river.....so we did. and for some odd reason all the old people were watching us from the bridge! convinced my housemate to come in and she almost lost her flip flops and i ahdto go chase them! then we came home and i felt a bit more refreshed! uayayaya!!!! i lvoe random get aways!
i went on a random getaway too...to cambridge....i drove for the 2nd time on the motorway and didn't stop once on the way there or back. m25/m4/a1...you name it. lots of roads and wet weather and not being able to see the road due to solid rain., that kinda scared me. i met a guy called liam that i'd been talking to for a long time on msn there..ended up following his car to st ives and taking lots of fun pictures and and...drinking tea and being attacked by air vents and there was a llama farm!...cambridge i mean...went to liams dads house and took pictures of his school photos from years ago he had an afro/hillbilly hairdo hehehe....and me and my friend jess(who was with me) met hsi dad through a car window he was quite a hippy.... most of the journey was inside the car but we also saw some random astonomy centre thing with big big aerials searching for spaceships....thats about all we did. i'm planning on doing another big journey..maybe to p'mouth and staying in my grans caravan on hayling island..
yesterday i had a very odd day. once upon a time, about 12 o clock i was in the field with my brother playing golf with apples from a tree and golfclubs i found on/in a half knocked down pub this wwas all good fun, sunny day, having a laugh. when we got bored of this i decided to go to town, Retford a small town in the north of nottinghamshire about 15 mile from where my family live/i'm staying at the moment. it was meant to be a quick little trip, my intentions were to go to the gum clinic just to make sure i'm clean, better safe than sorry and then try to find someone i could pick up some weed from. i got on the bus, which of couurse goes 'round the houses' which wouldnt be so bad apart from the fact theyre so far away from each other. i soon enough got to Retford where i asked for directions to the hospital. this was the first time i'd had myself checked up down there. its a very strange experience. whilst i was waiting to be seen i went to get a coffee but the machine was broken, fortunately a pretty nurse came out and made me a coffee, i half wanted it to be her who checked me up but was half very coy about the whole thing. in the waiting room i watched some of the telly, the taxi/money winning programme (which i started answering the questions to out loud which got the rest of the waiting room to join in, well there were only 2 of us) then there was the cartoon with meg the witch, i like witchy things like i like piratey things and used to read the books when i was just a nipper. the radio was on and played one of my favourite songs at the moment, the katy tunstall one i then found a rupert anual and on the page where you colour in and write your own story lines to fit the pics i wrote about a wise old squatter who teaches rupert about one mans junk being another mans treasure (a subject that got me my best gcse grade years ago for the one that doesnt count, english oral) and rupert in a display of his gratefull ness makes a thing for the old man out of random tat he's just found, someone had already done the coulouring(read scribbling) in i went off when i was asked to a little room with a bed in it and a dentist type light shining down on my genitals. i had to lay down with my pants down while a doctor played with my willy with a rubber glove on, very strange. its got to be the first time since prepuberty that i've had a woman touch me (although maybe whilst unconscious...) and not been turned on. i had to piss in a cup and in a little test tube thingy and then had to give a blood sample. this is the first time i'd had blood taken out of me too, it was quite entertaining to watch. had a bit of a joke with the nurse then left after getting a couple of those red aids ribbons (they make good cufflinks for a shirt i have with big propa cuffs that i dyed the other day) and whats unfortunately enough condoms to last me a long time... any offers? by this time it was about 5ish, i had to wait a while becauser i'd peed to near (in time) to going to the clinic, they need it to brew for a bit. the next part of my mission took me to the park and to the skatepark in particular, there was no one there with any weed but there was supposed to be a lad coming down a bit laterwho would be able to sort me out. most of the skaters were still schoolies (another strangeness i usually end up hanging out where i'm one of the youngest not the oldest) but they were a good bunch and a good laugh they knew my littlist bro who is a fucking a skater. we shared ciggies, (i've got rancid fake marlbou-rough that my bro's girl brought back from thailand they taste like cheap spannish black tobacco ciggies/cheap cigars)chatted, brank a little vodka and it made me miss being 14/15/16 a bit and i got told that even though i'm weird i'm the only person she's ever met who doesnt look geeky in glasses! and that she likes me! why do girls who are old enough never say that to me?? eventually the kid with the weed turned up but he had to go and meet the geezer he gets it off but wouldnt be back 'till 9ish, by this time i'd missed the last bus back anyway so i thought why not hang out here for longer, eventually there were just 2 of us in tghe skatepark, it had got dark and everyone had either gone home, gone to skate one of the supermarket carparks or gone back to one of the girls houses to watch a dvd. me and the oldest of the skaters an american whos lived most of his life in germany hung out for a bit he was cool, really sound bloke, we talked about random shit. the weed kid turned up again at about half eight, skater kid went home and i went with the weed kid and his mate to the (yuck spit spit) asda to use the phone, as they were on the phone i went into the store thinking its gonna be a long walk home a little spirits might keep me warmer as i only had a thin shirt not much good against clear skyed country air. when i came out they werent there, i asked some bloke in the foyer if he'd seen them as he was there when we all got to the shop but he hadnt. we talked about the book i had in my back pocket for a bit, (its brilliant, graham swift's waterland) and about how its one of those books that shows how all the little coincidences of life kinda melt together which in itself is a coincidence melting thing because of its setting in norfolk and the friend who gave it me and the friend who i'm giving it to and a girl i met at a festival (but thats another story). after waiting around for a bit i decide to go check if he's gone back to the skate park, on the way (and its only round the back of the store) i met two people sharing a teeshirt they were cool aswell and knew the guy i was looking for, said he's not the type to bail out on someone. some other guys the other side of the bridge shouted over to us drunkenly. the guys from over the bridge were asking if we wanted to join them getting pissed, they came over and started talking to us, the tshirt sharing couple were about to meet some friends to go to the pub so werent up for it, (i should have tagged along with them when they offered) but the drunk guys shared their beers with me and i shared my vodka with them. there were 3 of them and although i hate to use the word could only be described as 'propa chavs mate innit' but they seemd alright, two lads and one of their girlfriends, the couple kept arguing but we all went off together because one of them wanted to get some speed and though its a dirty dirty drug i thought, well just a little dab will help me walk 15 miles home. off we went to get some but the local class a's man had been busted but some hashish was purchased. we sat on the curb and talked and drank and started to skin up it was all quite a chilled out affair. all of a sudden like, i recieved a fearsome right hook from the guy i'm sitting next to and saw bright whiteness for a second or so, the adrenaline kicked in pretty quick and despite my thouroghly dazed state through pure i went straight back at him, we were now in the middle of the street, a residential street my brother once saw a man put a lit firework in his own trousers i got a couple of good swings in to his face, he didnt expect me to fight back i think, i belive strongly in loving everyone but giving as good as i get if the situation requires it i prefer riots though. at this point his mate joined in and his mates girlfriend started to scream/shout more than she had been earlier there was a car bonnet involved and somehow the bottle of vodka got smashed, i'm not sure how. i went down once but got up and carried on, i think someone must have come out of a house because they ran off up the street. i walked off round the corner and then went back to see if i could find my glasses, i only got them on saturday i'm crap with glasses (losing and breaking them) but 2 days is ridiculous, (my last pair are at the bottom of a lake because last weekend i was a safety canoeist for a pirate raft race but i was a bit tipsy and it'd been a long time since i'd been in a canoe and i only realised i couldnt quite remember how to uncapsize whilst underwater) (and about a week before that a very drunk ex snapped a pair in half in a phone box in camden that we got parceltaped into!) as i'm crap without my glasses too i went back to look for them whilst i couldnt find them i did find an unopened beer! i left back in the direction of town being very good not to have a cigarette because i certainly felt concussed, i went to a pub, its now just before las orders and got a drink and told the barmaid what had just happened, but she wouldnt give me any ice! after repeatedly banging on a taxi firm door, i dont have a phone on principle and didnt know any local taxi numbers getting more and more frustrated. i decided that i would have to walk home, only about 10 cars passed me on the way back and none would pick up a smashed/smashed up hitcher gone midnight. at one crossroads (i dont know the are very well) i used an old penny (which i keep about my person for 50/50 decisions of exactly that nature) to figure out which way to go, it chose the right way but i lost the penny. i got home eventually and had the beer i found to celebrate. now my eye looks like a cross between really cool 1960s makeup and an eye from a zombie movie and weve run out of witchhazel and i have a frozen mini pizza to lean on. it might be naive but i'm still gonna trust most random strangers. i think the moral is dont go to retford on a monday night. lol
