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Jul. 13th, 2004 01:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolYesterday, I planned to go to KGV, watch Sports Day, perhaps take photos and then go home. This plan did not happen.
It started off fairly well; I turned up at the right time, we all trooped onto the bus and went to KGV. As you do. Made it to the field and everything! Go us!
It was a good afternoon. A lot of people I used to know with gave me a very cold front; I was somewhat hurt by this, but then, perhaps I can't claim to be any better if someone I hadn't seen for them for a year or so. In the same vein, I got a semi-hysterical hug from June. Had she been drinking, perchance? I mean, okay, we were pretty good friends for a long time and all that, but we live down the same bloody road and still have managed to avoid each other for the best part of six months.
Oiy.
I watched all the events, which were amusing to say the least. There was lots of "Come on, Colleen! Join in!" which I refused. I did, however, get adopted into the HL faculty for the tug of war. I came out of it with red-raw hands, grass stains and missing two earrings. They managed to get dragged out. Fabulous.
Then we ended up going to the cinema. It's worth pointing out that I was in a little town called Southport. It's also worth pointing out that all present for this expedition (Danny, Matt, Martin, Simon, Day, myself and The Silent Vosey) are all nominally Catholic.
Ladies and gentlemen, it was the Orangeman's Parade in Southport. Yes, the Orangemen who support the Protestant cause and are so called after William Of Orange who came over in the Glorious Revolution ofTreacle Mine Road a year I can't remember and basically work in Northern Ireland and there's ot and lots of trouble over these people. Why they parade in Southport is beyond me, but it was that day. And we were tramping through Southport. Wheee! To be honest, it was just weird seeing lots of signs saying "We support King Billy!"
So, the cinema. We went to see Shrek. Again. Really didn't have the same punch, although I do love Puss In Boots. He's so cool and small and cute!
And then we went home. Mad Irish woman on the bus insisted on talking to us and asking who my boyfriend was amongst the (argh!) six lads I was with. I smiled politely and insisted that I was single. I also got off the bus as quickly as humanly possible. She was mental.
Just had the shock on my life. There I was, quietly tapping away on the keyboard with no one but the dog and Radio 1 for company. I look out the dining room door (where the compeeh it) and there's Dad, looking somewhat confused and and stretching.
"Dad? Why aren't you at work?"
Apparently, he is ill. It scares me when my parents do this to me and don't, like, leave notes letting me know that someone is still at home. Bear in mind that after my showever this morning, I wandered back downstairs in just a pair of jeans and a bra to find my bobble. This is why I need to know if people are home or not!
I have to go to work tonight. How depressing.
~Hathy_Col~
It started off fairly well; I turned up at the right time, we all trooped onto the bus and went to KGV. As you do. Made it to the field and everything! Go us!
It was a good afternoon. A lot of people I used to know with gave me a very cold front; I was somewhat hurt by this, but then, perhaps I can't claim to be any better if someone I hadn't seen for them for a year or so. In the same vein, I got a semi-hysterical hug from June. Had she been drinking, perchance? I mean, okay, we were pretty good friends for a long time and all that, but we live down the same bloody road and still have managed to avoid each other for the best part of six months.
Oiy.
I watched all the events, which were amusing to say the least. There was lots of "Come on, Colleen! Join in!" which I refused. I did, however, get adopted into the HL faculty for the tug of war. I came out of it with red-raw hands, grass stains and missing two earrings. They managed to get dragged out. Fabulous.
Then we ended up going to the cinema. It's worth pointing out that I was in a little town called Southport. It's also worth pointing out that all present for this expedition (Danny, Matt, Martin, Simon, Day, myself and The Silent Vosey) are all nominally Catholic.
Ladies and gentlemen, it was the Orangeman's Parade in Southport. Yes, the Orangemen who support the Protestant cause and are so called after William Of Orange who came over in the Glorious Revolution of
So, the cinema. We went to see Shrek. Again. Really didn't have the same punch, although I do love Puss In Boots. He's so cool and small and cute!
And then we went home. Mad Irish woman on the bus insisted on talking to us and asking who my boyfriend was amongst the (argh!) six lads I was with. I smiled politely and insisted that I was single. I also got off the bus as quickly as humanly possible. She was mental.
Just had the shock on my life. There I was, quietly tapping away on the keyboard with no one but the dog and Radio 1 for company. I look out the dining room door (where the compeeh it) and there's Dad, looking somewhat confused and and stretching.
"Dad? Why aren't you at work?"
Apparently, he is ill. It scares me when my parents do this to me and don't, like, leave notes letting me know that someone is still at home. Bear in mind that after my showever this morning, I wandered back downstairs in just a pair of jeans and a bra to find my bobble. This is why I need to know if people are home or not!
I have to go to work tonight. How depressing.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-07-13 09:22 am (UTC)