Holiday Part 7 - Back in London

Mum had a few things planned and a few people she wanted to meet while we were in London. You see, we did used to live in London for a few years so we still know and see people from around there when we go.

The first day back in London actually just happened to be the hottest day of the year. A scorching 31C, hotter than Lanzarote in fact.

My mum, sister and I went for a walk in a park and got some ice-cream, which melted, then went off to see the first of our old friends.
We hadn't seen them in about 4/5 years and they have a boy my age who i used to be inseperable from when we were about 3 or 4 years old but now i dont't really know him. I was quite anxious about meeting him coz i thought it may have been quite awkward.

It turned out ok, we played some xbox, found out we shared similar music tastes (Rage, Muse, Kasabian) and he also played guitar. It wasn't awkward at all, i quite enjoyed being with him as a matter of fact. (He also only called something "gay" once! :P)

A quite decent afternoon overall and we returned, (i say) *home* and the whole thing about Raoul Moat was on the news so i wacthed that and farted about doing nothing.

The next day was our last in London. The sun split the tress again and we actually went strawberry picking. Dancing through the fields, how fun.
Nah, it was not bad actually.

Strawberries were good :)

We ate them back at the house with some cream, lovely.

While eating. a conversation about Brighton popped up. My dad and brother, along with two of my cousins, my aunt and uncle visited while we were in Lanzarote.
They just went to the sea front and the pier and all the touristy stuff, but i made no secret about wanting to visit too. Hehe
My cousin lives there in fact, but she is not gay :P
She goes to Uni.
And my aunt says "Oh it is a lovely place, your cousin loves it. It is, however the (hushed voice) gay capital of Britain"
I simply told her i was aware of this fact but i still want to go.

Anyway, here's something quite astounding that happened, not long after and a few hours before we were due to leave.

There was World Cup football on the tv and i was getting rather bored of it. My aunt and uncle, their mum (well my aunt's mum, my uncles' mother-in-law) lives with them and she is a very old lady. I worked it out and i think she was born in 1922. But she is so kind. Unfortunately, i dont think she has many years left in her :(
The whole family just respects her, it seems to me and righfully so, she has lived a long and good life.

She also knitted a suit for a stuff toy of mine when i was like a month old, and i still have that stuffed toy but not the suit, i only have the scarf she knitted for it. She knitted a lot and it earned her the nickname of "Mrs.Knitter"

So, we got chatting away, she has a surprisingly good long-term memory and she was telling me about her wedding day and when she used to go dancing and how no white woman would dance with any black men but she did.
And then she invited to show me some old photos she has in her room so i got quite interested ans said i would like to see them.

It was astouding, the amount of priceless photos she has and old bits and pieces of stuff. 50th wedding anniversary presents, the lot. It just showed how much of a full life she has had and i found myself getting quite emotional.

I was thinking this is the last time i might ever see this woman and that made me quite sad but that was brought to a whole new level when we had to say goodbye. Everyone was hugging and handshakes again and she brought me aside for a moment and said "Listen to me, you have a good life ok? Don't worry about me"
I almost burst into tears right there, but just put on a brave face and said "yeh" and smiled weakly.

Trying to hide it in the car, on the journey to the bus station, was quite difficult. I just sorta sobbed quietly coz i couldn't stop thinking about what she said to me.

But we got on the bus fine and off we shot, overnight back home.

It wasnt fun, i found it quite uncomfortable, but driving through the middle of London at night was really cool, with all the lights and everything.

There isn't really much else to tell in all honesty, we arrived back home a few hours later and i crashed out on my bed and proceeded to watch the World Cup Final when i woke up. Spain won! Woot!

Good 'andling.

Thanks for reading all my holiday posts guys and your comments, it's been good. Im writing this on 28th July and this is August 1st (what a strange thought) so i'll update you on my exam results in a few days.

Cheers everyone!

Hugs,
Rowan

Easter School (Eugh.) and Britain's "Gay Capital"

I woke up this morning (somehow) and the first thing i knew was that i had Easter School to go to today.
Not helped by the fact that the rain was extremely heavy and i didn't get to sleep until at least 2am, so i only got about 5 hours sleep. (I swear msn will be the death of me :P)

I quickly jumped in the shower, got out, dried my hair, had some cereal then went out the door. Luckily my dad was on hand to give me a lift but regardless, i was still in a very zombie-like state.

So when i got to school i eventually livened up a bit, there were more people who i get on with who i didn't expect to be there. Alex was there, Louis was there, Steven wasn't haha, actually i have a funny story about him but i'll tell it later on.

My first class was english, and these aren't normal 50-minute lessons, one class lasts the whole morning (9-12) and the other lasts the whole afternoon (12:30-15:30)
Good thing i got to sit beside Alex, but it was also quite a handy lesson.
The teacher went over the best ways to answer questions from an unseen passage and, admittedly, i did find it quite useful.
One point we were talking about a journalist describing George Bush as a political dinosaur (as you do), then she put me on the spot and asked me another way to describe a dinosaur and i just blurted out "Prehistoric animal" without even thinking....
Got a well done from her and a few nods of approval from other people lol, i was quite chuffed with that :)
Not much else to mention about english tho, was rather uneventful apart from that.

At lunch, i just made a quick trip to cafe as there wasn't enough time to go to the shops on the main road and i returned for 3 hours of maths, what fun....

Sat beside Alex again this time, as well as Louis.
It was quite a good lesson too, the more maths i do, the more i will learn obviously, and therefore increase my mark in the final exam here's hoping.

Overall, Easter School was quite a good thing i think. I'll be back in tomorrow for modern studies in the morning and biology i think next monday afternoon.

But with today's lessons all done with, the only thing left to do was return home so Alex, Alan (the cutie :D) and i got the train home.
Alan had to get off early :(
Me and Alex got off the next stop which is actually one stop before mine but i wasn't gonna let Alex walk home in the rain by himself of course.

So i got drenched. But it was worth it, we stopped caring about the weather and just started laughing about what's been happening with Steven and a three-legged dog we seen being walked in the street lol, which then moved onto a conversation about a no-legged dog being transported around on a skateboard lmao, ahhh good times.
We parted ways tho, still laughing about Steven.

So here's the story :

For the past few days, Steven has been in Brighton. Brighton is also renowned for being the "gay capital" of Britain.
Steven goes down there with his dad maybe once or twice a year as his grandparents live there.
So anyway, he has been sending me a few texts one saying that the weather was sunny, 27 degrees celcius and another said "English girls are hot and think i'm hot too"
Lol, you wish Steven.
So i thought i would share some of these texts around with a few friends coz i just knew the reception they would get.
And i was right, everybody just laughed lol.
So i sent a text back saying that 27 degrees celcius doesn't exist in Britain, let alone in April.
And he's all "Well my granda's barometer is really accurate"
"What? More accurate than the Met Office?"

So everyone was laughing at the crap he was spouting there.
But of course, the main point is Steven and his dad actually being in the so-called "gay capital" of Britain.
Two of the most unlikely people you would think of going there.
And then, before he goes there, being all talk as usual, he's giving it large about how he's gonna go to Brighton and turn everyone straight "the way they should be"
Aye, just get walking.
Pretty glad to see the back of him last week to be honest :P

Wish i had grandparents in Brighton lol, that would be cool.
Funnily enough, one of my cousins goes to university in Brighton....wait a minute....naah, she's got a boyfriend from what i know :P

And speaking of cousins, in a few posts time i have something very cool to mention about when i will be seeing them next, it's gonna be cool!


Love you guys,
Rowan




Hehe :P

Just gotta love that guitar solo, no?
One of Queen's longest from what i know.....