A Party, A Few Dodgy Train Rides, A Lot Of Rain, Some Coasters, A Smelly Bathroom & A Bowling Alley.
Okay. My last week has been one of the better weeks of my life. I would say Top 40 'Best Weeks'.
Friday, Me and Amy went to Manchester to buy a book each to take down to Loughborough, but bumped into Jake at Urbis. Because he's scene. *does scene pose just for jake*
He'd bought lots of cans of a drink called Snogg, which was a ginger drink. He got 20+ cans of it for a pound so that was cool. We ran around and sprayed it at each other and got sticky, and then washed in the infamous Urbis fountain. It tasted of salt.
Then me and Amy trundled off to Waterstones, before buying 'Broken Prey' by 'John Sandford'. After about 2 hours of debating. Because everyone knows I'm indecisive. However, as of now, the quality of this book is holding up and it's nice to read.
Saturday, was Eddy Kirby's party. I wasn't in a good mood come 4 o'clock, but I went to Amy's, we walked to The Shires, and then to Asda to buy chilli coated salami, grease stick, jelly babies and pistachio nuts. Went back to Eddy's, picking up a rag doll on the way.
Then Amy started drinking, and I did too and stuff. By the end I got very drunk, and Nell was very funny and made my night very enjoyable, in a weird sort of way. We did lots of silly things, lots of which were, in retrospect, bad. Like eating lots of dried pasta, and shoveling charcoal over his fence using a burger flipper. I now look back on that and feel both stupid and guilty, but at the time, it was funny and therefore seemed like a good idea. But meh, I can't turn back time now.
Amy and I also jumped on Marc who had passed out. lol. It was funny.
Next morning, after waking home and arguing and being bitchy, the headache kicked in, and the nausea. I didn't enjoy Sunday. I spent most of it feeling inside out. Then Amy's mum made us a chicken casserole, which could be variety of words, but I think 'disgusting' conveys it quite well. We pushed it around our plates a bit and laughed at it.
Monday morning, packed up, got everything ready, got cash and rode down to Loughborough. Ended up arriving in Sheffield about 45 mins later than scheduled due to the poorness of public transport. We then had a mad dash for a train which was amusing, caught the train and then arrived in Loughborough around 7pm. Walked down a big road towards the centre, saw Adam and Swerve coming the opposite way - it was a strange sensation I tell yee. The CS trio were united once and for all. =)
We then ended up at Sainsburys, and bought pistachio's, celery and some refrigerated wrap thing cause I was hungee. I also opened the gift brought by Swerve who said he could get REALLY strong alcohol in Holland and we arranged that he could bring me some. Needless to say, it was SMIRNOFF VODKA 40%, which even us britainers can actually outdo, and I now cannot drink anymore hardly without spitting it everywhere. lol. But it's the thought that counts, and it was incredibly kind to do that, so thankyou Swerve.
We walked to our B&B then, sharing the pistachios as we walked, and creating a nut line as I did just two days previously. Arrived at the B&B, we were greeted by a grumpy man who was called 'Cosmo.' He made a few bad sarcastic jokes and was very unfriendly generally, his joke was something about a door or something like that.
We then decided to go bowling in Leicester, so we did. We drove through Quorn (:D:D:D) and bumped around a lot on the top deck of a bus, and got lost before arriving at the bowling alley to play bowling. I then fought a virtual bull and kinda lost comprehensively. It was very fun, we laughed a lot, and me and Emily got in a big ten pin bowling rivalry. I won, of course. By 12 points. Adam and Amy came second, Swerve third, Emily fourth and Tom a humble last if I remember ok. But we had much fun, really really fun, so thats all that matters. It's not the winning that counts, it's the taking part that matters..... yeah right Emz.. =P
We then went back to Loughborough, ate a pizza. Then I got the stupidest idea ever, in the history of Dave ever. Which is pretty fucking good really.
I decided to ingest 5 days worth of Oestrogen pills, downed with vodka - in hope to grow titties. It didn't work, just made me feel shitty the next day - although we cannot confirm nor deny this, so yeah... Luckily, everything is still in working order down below and I have no titties, even though I REALLY want them.
REALLY want them enough to go back to the B&B and wear a bra.
Next morning, woke up after about 3 hours sleep. I felt shit, and our bathroom smelled.
We then hiked our asses over to Loughborough station and got our tickets and then went to Alton, via two stops. The bus ride from Uttoxeter to Alton was the WORST, I spent the whole time wanting to vomit, but resisted the urge, as otherwise my vomit would have coated the residents of an overpacked bus. Got to Alton, walked to Rita, the fresh air did me good, and soon I was feeling much better and unoestrogenised.
We rode a bit, I got into a bad mood lasting about 2 hours, maybe a bit more, in typical Dave stylé, but my mood was broken by the runaway mine train in which me and Tom tried to grab leaves - lol.
It then rained. And rained. And we got soaked. And as we were all equipped for summer weather this didn't make things all TOO happy, but yeah. We had a nice day of coaster riding though really, just wished that the weather hadn't have messed up so much. It did mean that the greatest thing ever was discovered by Wills, whom, in the gents toilet put the hairdryer up his top so it blew up. It was a great feeling, really. Almost orgasmic. Maybe that's a bit far, but seriously, try it. Get so wet and cold and shivery it hurts, then give yourself the blowdry treatment - you'll never look back...
Urm, then we got the last ride of the day on both Corkscrew and Rita whilst Amy and Emz went to get food. woo.
Went back to the B&B, via Long Eaton train station, shivered like hell there, I nearly died!!!
So thats two bad expeiriences at Long Eaton by the way, illness and cold. Just for the count.
We then showered, got warm, lay in bed, and I got anaemically lethargic. I was fed vitamins by Amy though, which usually kick in in about 20 minutes and then I was allright again - so yeah... :)
Emily, Amy and I then went to an Indian restraunt. Amy being the typically common british person she is ordered scampi, whereas the fat fucker Asian in Dave ordered an arkhali bahar, pilau rice, 3 onion bhajis, 2 poppadoms and mango chutney, and some peshwari nan. And I ate it all. Emily ate vegetable stuff, cause she's vegetarian, innit?
I walked out, having stolen a napkin inadvertently, yuh. I ran back to give it back, bumping in to a worker on my way, who shrugged and threw it into the gutter when I handed it him. Fair enough, I though.
Bussed it to Adam's grandma's - & saw the legendary Trueway Drive. We then laughed a lot and talked about anything and everything. I've not been as amused in a long time, it was a nice environment where you knew everyone's prescene in the room was wanted and counted for something. It was an awesome atmosphere, and is something that I don't see enough of, and is something I am going to miss. :(
We also laughed at Tom's ride, which consisted of a 400ft downward helix. Zoom. LMAO
We then caught a taxi back to Cosmo's hideout.
Slept for a few hours, woke up next day next to a very smelly bathroom [burst pipe or something], had breakfast, served by an equally smelly host, and then checked out & trekked to Emily's.
We then chopped up some barbies, and Amy, Emily and Swerve cooked grated cheese on pasta whilst Adam and I slept upstairs. We also named two teddies, "Herald" and "Best" which were sat on Emily's fireplace. I took a particular liking to "Best" because he was the 'best'. We made them have teddy sex, and Emily said I could keep him. It was such a kind action it actually brought a tear to my eye.
Then it was time to go. So back to Loughborough we went, caught a train to Long Eaton where the train was late, fucking up our whole route. Thats the 3rd bad thing that happened at that station too, so yeah, Long Eaton is shite and cursed. This then threw our whole route off, we were then given false information by a ticket man, which meant us sticking to our route when we should have carried on to Birmingham New Street where we could have caught a train dead easy. Instead we ended up getting off at Tamworth, being told the next train to Wigan was in 3 hours, and the next one to anywhere close was to Liverpool Lime St in 90 minutes. I was angry, in true Dave stylé. The customer services man however paid for us to get a taxi to Lichfield and then a train to Crewe then to Wigan. Arrived 1.46 minutes late, which as it is 2 hours, any complaint is void as much as I'd love to. It's a mini adventure.
Slept till 2 today. woo. Then heard the bad news, phoned Adam straight away cause I knew it'd fuck with Swerve's travelling plans. So he's waiting till tomorrow.
The shit that happened in London hurt me to be honest, but this journal entry is kinda long as it is, and Ben explained my thoughts better than I could. I swear everything that was addressed in his journal, had crossed my mind also, I'm just not bright enough to put thoughts and feelings into words as he can. So yeah. Cheers Ben.
So yeah, everyone that was involved in this trip, and making it fun, thankyou.
I've made a 'friend' in Tom, who is a great guy. Both humorous and kind, and someone who I really got on with.
Emily was a fantastic host, and for giving me that teddy and paying for bus fares when Amy and I were short on cash, and for sorting out the B&B in the first place.
Adam and Swerve are my coaster buddies and will always remain in my heart for that - none of this would have been possible if we hadn't have bumped into each other in that online community, and I'm very grateful to you for that.
Wills, who came to Alton with us, and didn't look down on me like I would have expected him to after all the goings on online.
And also for Amy, who without her my train journeys would have been even more unfulfilling, boring and stressful - and for being someone whom, without, I would be quite lost.
I will actually miss you. The feelings of 'missing' are stronger now than they will be next week, but they'll always be there, no matter how strong or feint, and I hope we meet again sometime.
Thank you.
Friday, Me and Amy went to Manchester to buy a book each to take down to Loughborough, but bumped into Jake at Urbis. Because he's scene. *does scene pose just for jake*
He'd bought lots of cans of a drink called Snogg, which was a ginger drink. He got 20+ cans of it for a pound so that was cool. We ran around and sprayed it at each other and got sticky, and then washed in the infamous Urbis fountain. It tasted of salt.
Then me and Amy trundled off to Waterstones, before buying 'Broken Prey' by 'John Sandford'. After about 2 hours of debating. Because everyone knows I'm indecisive. However, as of now, the quality of this book is holding up and it's nice to read.
Saturday, was Eddy Kirby's party. I wasn't in a good mood come 4 o'clock, but I went to Amy's, we walked to The Shires, and then to Asda to buy chilli coated salami, grease stick, jelly babies and pistachio nuts. Went back to Eddy's, picking up a rag doll on the way.
Then Amy started drinking, and I did too and stuff. By the end I got very drunk, and Nell was very funny and made my night very enjoyable, in a weird sort of way. We did lots of silly things, lots of which were, in retrospect, bad. Like eating lots of dried pasta, and shoveling charcoal over his fence using a burger flipper. I now look back on that and feel both stupid and guilty, but at the time, it was funny and therefore seemed like a good idea. But meh, I can't turn back time now.
Amy and I also jumped on Marc who had passed out. lol. It was funny.
Next morning, after waking home and arguing and being bitchy, the headache kicked in, and the nausea. I didn't enjoy Sunday. I spent most of it feeling inside out. Then Amy's mum made us a chicken casserole, which could be variety of words, but I think 'disgusting' conveys it quite well. We pushed it around our plates a bit and laughed at it.
Monday morning, packed up, got everything ready, got cash and rode down to Loughborough. Ended up arriving in Sheffield about 45 mins later than scheduled due to the poorness of public transport. We then had a mad dash for a train which was amusing, caught the train and then arrived in Loughborough around 7pm. Walked down a big road towards the centre, saw Adam and Swerve coming the opposite way - it was a strange sensation I tell yee. The CS trio were united once and for all. =)
We then ended up at Sainsburys, and bought pistachio's, celery and some refrigerated wrap thing cause I was hungee. I also opened the gift brought by Swerve who said he could get REALLY strong alcohol in Holland and we arranged that he could bring me some. Needless to say, it was SMIRNOFF VODKA 40%, which even us britainers can actually outdo, and I now cannot drink anymore hardly without spitting it everywhere. lol. But it's the thought that counts, and it was incredibly kind to do that, so thankyou Swerve.
We walked to our B&B then, sharing the pistachios as we walked, and creating a nut line as I did just two days previously. Arrived at the B&B, we were greeted by a grumpy man who was called 'Cosmo.' He made a few bad sarcastic jokes and was very unfriendly generally, his joke was something about a door or something like that.
We then decided to go bowling in Leicester, so we did. We drove through Quorn (:D:D:D) and bumped around a lot on the top deck of a bus, and got lost before arriving at the bowling alley to play bowling. I then fought a virtual bull and kinda lost comprehensively. It was very fun, we laughed a lot, and me and Emily got in a big ten pin bowling rivalry. I won, of course. By 12 points. Adam and Amy came second, Swerve third, Emily fourth and Tom a humble last if I remember ok. But we had much fun, really really fun, so thats all that matters. It's not the winning that counts, it's the taking part that matters..... yeah right Emz.. =P
We then went back to Loughborough, ate a pizza. Then I got the stupidest idea ever, in the history of Dave ever. Which is pretty fucking good really.
I decided to ingest 5 days worth of Oestrogen pills, downed with vodka - in hope to grow titties. It didn't work, just made me feel shitty the next day - although we cannot confirm nor deny this, so yeah... Luckily, everything is still in working order down below and I have no titties, even though I REALLY want them.
REALLY want them enough to go back to the B&B and wear a bra.
Next morning, woke up after about 3 hours sleep. I felt shit, and our bathroom smelled.
We then hiked our asses over to Loughborough station and got our tickets and then went to Alton, via two stops. The bus ride from Uttoxeter to Alton was the WORST, I spent the whole time wanting to vomit, but resisted the urge, as otherwise my vomit would have coated the residents of an overpacked bus. Got to Alton, walked to Rita, the fresh air did me good, and soon I was feeling much better and unoestrogenised.
We rode a bit, I got into a bad mood lasting about 2 hours, maybe a bit more, in typical Dave stylé, but my mood was broken by the runaway mine train in which me and Tom tried to grab leaves - lol.
It then rained. And rained. And we got soaked. And as we were all equipped for summer weather this didn't make things all TOO happy, but yeah. We had a nice day of coaster riding though really, just wished that the weather hadn't have messed up so much. It did mean that the greatest thing ever was discovered by Wills, whom, in the gents toilet put the hairdryer up his top so it blew up. It was a great feeling, really. Almost orgasmic. Maybe that's a bit far, but seriously, try it. Get so wet and cold and shivery it hurts, then give yourself the blowdry treatment - you'll never look back...
Urm, then we got the last ride of the day on both Corkscrew and Rita whilst Amy and Emz went to get food. woo.
Went back to the B&B, via Long Eaton train station, shivered like hell there, I nearly died!!!
So thats two bad expeiriences at Long Eaton by the way, illness and cold. Just for the count.
We then showered, got warm, lay in bed, and I got anaemically lethargic. I was fed vitamins by Amy though, which usually kick in in about 20 minutes and then I was allright again - so yeah... :)
Emily, Amy and I then went to an Indian restraunt. Amy being the typically common british person she is ordered scampi, whereas the fat fucker Asian in Dave ordered an arkhali bahar, pilau rice, 3 onion bhajis, 2 poppadoms and mango chutney, and some peshwari nan. And I ate it all. Emily ate vegetable stuff, cause she's vegetarian, innit?
I walked out, having stolen a napkin inadvertently, yuh. I ran back to give it back, bumping in to a worker on my way, who shrugged and threw it into the gutter when I handed it him. Fair enough, I though.
Bussed it to Adam's grandma's - & saw the legendary Trueway Drive. We then laughed a lot and talked about anything and everything. I've not been as amused in a long time, it was a nice environment where you knew everyone's prescene in the room was wanted and counted for something. It was an awesome atmosphere, and is something that I don't see enough of, and is something I am going to miss. :(
We also laughed at Tom's ride, which consisted of a 400ft downward helix. Zoom. LMAO
We then caught a taxi back to Cosmo's hideout.
Slept for a few hours, woke up next day next to a very smelly bathroom [burst pipe or something], had breakfast, served by an equally smelly host, and then checked out & trekked to Emily's.
We then chopped up some barbies, and Amy, Emily and Swerve cooked grated cheese on pasta whilst Adam and I slept upstairs. We also named two teddies, "Herald" and "Best" which were sat on Emily's fireplace. I took a particular liking to "Best" because he was the 'best'. We made them have teddy sex, and Emily said I could keep him. It was such a kind action it actually brought a tear to my eye.
Then it was time to go. So back to Loughborough we went, caught a train to Long Eaton where the train was late, fucking up our whole route. Thats the 3rd bad thing that happened at that station too, so yeah, Long Eaton is shite and cursed. This then threw our whole route off, we were then given false information by a ticket man, which meant us sticking to our route when we should have carried on to Birmingham New Street where we could have caught a train dead easy. Instead we ended up getting off at Tamworth, being told the next train to Wigan was in 3 hours, and the next one to anywhere close was to Liverpool Lime St in 90 minutes. I was angry, in true Dave stylé. The customer services man however paid for us to get a taxi to Lichfield and then a train to Crewe then to Wigan. Arrived 1.46 minutes late, which as it is 2 hours, any complaint is void as much as I'd love to. It's a mini adventure.
Slept till 2 today. woo. Then heard the bad news, phoned Adam straight away cause I knew it'd fuck with Swerve's travelling plans. So he's waiting till tomorrow.
The shit that happened in London hurt me to be honest, but this journal entry is kinda long as it is, and Ben explained my thoughts better than I could. I swear everything that was addressed in his journal, had crossed my mind also, I'm just not bright enough to put thoughts and feelings into words as he can. So yeah. Cheers Ben.
So yeah, everyone that was involved in this trip, and making it fun, thankyou.
I've made a 'friend' in Tom, who is a great guy. Both humorous and kind, and someone who I really got on with.
Emily was a fantastic host, and for giving me that teddy and paying for bus fares when Amy and I were short on cash, and for sorting out the B&B in the first place.
Adam and Swerve are my coaster buddies and will always remain in my heart for that - none of this would have been possible if we hadn't have bumped into each other in that online community, and I'm very grateful to you for that.
Wills, who came to Alton with us, and didn't look down on me like I would have expected him to after all the goings on online.
And also for Amy, who without her my train journeys would have been even more unfulfilling, boring and stressful - and for being someone whom, without, I would be quite lost.
I will actually miss you. The feelings of 'missing' are stronger now than they will be next week, but they'll always be there, no matter how strong or feint, and I hope we meet again sometime.
Thank you.