Seasick
In twelve hours I will be somewhere around the middle of England on a coach on the way to the south, to the channel tunnel, then Paris. My journey starts at 5am (six hours' time) when I will be dragged out of bed and dumped at the sea terminal. Conditions for the boat trip are said to be pretty bad but not overly bad. Force four or five with a blustery north-west wind according to the shipping forecast man. But I get seasick. I get everythingsick. Imagine being me and living on an island (thirty miles long, thirteen miles wide) It can't be good.
School trips are strange. The right kind of people and they can be brilliant. The wrong kind of people but a few good friends and they can still be brilliant. Two potentially anorexic friends and you're struggling a bit. I am going on a trip with forty people and out of those forty about thirty are complete fuckeridiots.
But still- Paris! Paris is beautiful. If only I was allowed to take a good camera...
I won't be back until Monday and I know I have to do some things. Things are busy right now. I shall do them soon. Those things.
School trips are strange. The right kind of people and they can be brilliant. The wrong kind of people but a few good friends and they can still be brilliant. Two potentially anorexic friends and you're struggling a bit. I am going on a trip with forty people and out of those forty about thirty are complete fuckeridiots.
But still- Paris! Paris is beautiful. If only I was allowed to take a good camera...
I won't be back until Monday and I know I have to do some things. Things are busy right now. I shall do them soon. Those things.