Burning up that motorway, looking for adventure
Driving late last night, I pulled over into a service station. The price of petrol was reasonable or else I'd never would have bothered. After filling up I enter the service station in search of the counter. There I found a very druk black gentelman. He was going to get back into his car, a blue 90s Vauxhall Astra, but I'd suggested that I'd drive him home. The man, in a drunken slur, said he had to go home to Doncaster. Since I was heading to Doncaster that was not a problem. He left the car parked where it was and we drove off into the night.
The single carriage shortly became a single road as road works loomed large, but not before I hit three of the signs before coming to a hault and waiting for the traffic to pass before I could then menouver into oncoming traffic to avoid the drying paint. Well that was the only thing that seemd wrong with the road. It looked wonderfully new actually. However I continued despite having demolished the warning signs for the traffic that was to follow me.
From the single carriageway's darkness we pulled into the sickly orange glow of a four lane roundabout, and in true British style the directonal signpost had only three directions, Industrial park, Town Centre and Other routes. The problem here was that I had no idea what town it was, and I knew that the Inudstrial park was definetely not an option, so I choose 'Other routes'. Before I could find these aledged other routes I pulled into an open McDonalds for directions. A massive lorry containing what could only be described as a chav's banquet was unloading at the time. Leaving very few drones behind the counter. The ones that were, were too engrossed in themsleves. One had a distinct resembalance to Shep on a sidewards glance. Trying not to stare at this unbashfull homosexual passion between the icecream machine and the deep fat fryer, I coughed politely.
The couple in turn as they moved themselves around each other's face without breaking their locked lips, took a gaze at myself before carrying on. Eventually they had to come up for air and when they did I asked what town this was. Bemused they replied Shrewesbury. It doesn't take anyone with much knowledge of the UK to probably guess that those two places are very far away from each other. Sighing I left the McDonalds and immediately awoke at 4pm in my own bed.
And I was doing so well. I went to bed early, 2am, and set my alarms for 6am and 7am, but to no avail. I continued to sleep and have bizare and perplexing dreams. I thought I was going to be finishing off three lectures and seminar work today, not trying to focus myself after just getting up. I'm quite annoyed at myself and so promptly fell back to sleep until now.
The single carriage shortly became a single road as road works loomed large, but not before I hit three of the signs before coming to a hault and waiting for the traffic to pass before I could then menouver into oncoming traffic to avoid the drying paint. Well that was the only thing that seemd wrong with the road. It looked wonderfully new actually. However I continued despite having demolished the warning signs for the traffic that was to follow me.
From the single carriageway's darkness we pulled into the sickly orange glow of a four lane roundabout, and in true British style the directonal signpost had only three directions, Industrial park, Town Centre and Other routes. The problem here was that I had no idea what town it was, and I knew that the Inudstrial park was definetely not an option, so I choose 'Other routes'. Before I could find these aledged other routes I pulled into an open McDonalds for directions. A massive lorry containing what could only be described as a chav's banquet was unloading at the time. Leaving very few drones behind the counter. The ones that were, were too engrossed in themsleves. One had a distinct resembalance to Shep on a sidewards glance. Trying not to stare at this unbashfull homosexual passion between the icecream machine and the deep fat fryer, I coughed politely.
The couple in turn as they moved themselves around each other's face without breaking their locked lips, took a gaze at myself before carrying on. Eventually they had to come up for air and when they did I asked what town this was. Bemused they replied Shrewesbury. It doesn't take anyone with much knowledge of the UK to probably guess that those two places are very far away from each other. Sighing I left the McDonalds and immediately awoke at 4pm in my own bed.
And I was doing so well. I went to bed early, 2am, and set my alarms for 6am and 7am, but to no avail. I continued to sleep and have bizare and perplexing dreams. I thought I was going to be finishing off three lectures and seminar work today, not trying to focus myself after just getting up. I'm quite annoyed at myself and so promptly fell back to sleep until now.