Randomosity With Buttons And Cheese

So last Sunday I went up to Yorkshire with Kimi and Frazzles to stay with my aunty for 4 days. To any of you who care, but mainly for my own amusement,  I shall now write a blog about that trip =)

Sunday

I woke up too early, probably cause I was excited. I had a shower and did last minute packing and it was still way too early. I was just milling round the house until 9.30 finally rolled round and Kimi arrived with her giant zebra striped suitcase. We had fun squishing that into the back of car; which is too small, according to Kimi. We managed it though (when I say we I mean my dad) and we were stood there hoping Frazzle’s would be small and squishable. It was, thank God.
With everything in, we were off.

Mum had bought an FM Transmitter so we could play our ipods and Fraz’s zen through the speakers in the car, so there we were playing cheesey pop and dance music and singing along. My poor parents. That was only the start of it.

A few hours later (after a few stops and a lunch break where we ate our Paula) we arrived at Asda, where we were going to buy our food for the next few days. Mum gave us certain foods we had to go and fetch; pizza, chips, pasta, quorn, ice cream… and off we skipped. To be honest, we probably weren’t that helpful; me and Kimi just looked like the lesbians of asda and Fraz might have looked like our stalker , following us. We did our usual idiotic stuff, and then we were off to my aunt’s house.

We pulled up her drive, to Kimi’s oohs and aahs and then unloaded the car. I was sharing a room with Kimi, but as there were three beds and it was quite big Fraz decided he was going to spend most of the time in there with us. His room was tiny, which meant the bed was even tinier. For those of you who don’t know Fraz (which is any of you reading this, minus Kimi), he hs 6ft2. Yep, that tall. That meant his footles would be hanging off the end of the bed. Poor him.

After we had unpacked (which consisted of Kimi hanging up clothes, and laying them out in drawers, and me and Fraz just leaving our things in our bags for when we wanted them) we had dinner. Yummy yummy pizza and happy stars. I was too excited about the stars; but they were so happy!

We ate our stuff, then decided to go for a little wander down the lane. We walked down a long path, then realised it ended up at someone’s house; the house was surrounded by a large gate with a speaker thing by the side. Whoops. We walked up the road then climbed over a fence into a field, which I realised was actually my aunt’s, so that was okay. Fraz developed a strange fascination with hay stacks and wanted to climb into the big shed thing had a tractor and hay. We did that (with me complaining  a lot; I am not an outdoorsy type girl. I like sitting indoors… like here)  and then heard banging… so we left. As we reached the bottom of the field we saw a stye for us to climb over. Seeing this as a feel free to walk into this field and carry on with your little adventure we climbed over and started walking up the field next to ours. Suddenly we heard yelling and saw angry people, shouting GET OUT!! we hurried out and started coming up with apologies and explanations, in case they complained to our people. They didn’t, so that was fine.

[[Woops, I've just realised that we actually ate after our little adventure. Just swap those two things around...]]

After dinner [[I've got it right this time]] we rooted through the wardrobe for games to play. We found Twister. Yey!! Although, it wasn’t as fun as it should have been, seeing as we were quite tired from the long journey up. We found a charades game, which showed my complete and utter crapness at miming out actions. Even being able to use sounds did not help; it was quite pitiful. Suprisingly, Fraz managed to get my POP! POP! POP! mmm yummy POP! POP! POP! right; it was popping popcorn. Well done Fraz. However, when it was his turn to act out mother dog with puppies we had no clue; they’re drinking off my teets!  did not help at all.

We then played Pictionary which wasn’t really any better. We gave that up, and went down to watch TV. After letting Kimi watch Big Brother, it was time for Top Gear! Yey!! We were giggling away to them all, when we finally realised Kimi had fallen asleep. We knew she was tired and not feeling that well, but we did not expect her to fall asleep through one of her favourite programmes.

I should probably point out here that Kimi is a very heavy sleeper. She will sleep through anything and nothing can wake her up; the only thing that will wake her is if you touch her and shake her. Then, and only then, will she wake up and say “Don’t touch me!”

She didn’t wake up through Top Gear, and stayed asleep at 9, even though she had wanted to watch Big Brother. Instead, me and Fraz watched a programme about where hair extensions come from. It disturbed me a great deal; but I won’t go into it now..it’s odd.

Kimi woke up at about 9.45 and announced she was going to bed. I stayed downstairs with Fraz ’cause we both wanted to watch The Sunday Night Project with one of my favourite gay celebrities.

As we became sleepier, we became stranger. My aunt has a foot rest with tassles, and for some bizarre reason, we decided to name it and keep it as our pet. I named it Rolfie and as it says Poufles on it’s stomach we renamed it Rolfie Poufles. We were playing with it, and stroking it, and being generally quite strange. We stayed up until about 11.30, being the freaks we are.

Quotes/Randomosity from the day:
-*sigh* I love sheep ~ Me (suprisingly)
-”Cause I’m down with the kids!” *avec strange hand movements* ~ Fraz
-”look at my nails!” *hold out hands* “look at my hair!” *point at hair* “Look at my nails”*hold out hands* “Look at my hair!” *bunny ears behind head* ~Me / Fraz
- [I THINK this one came from Monday; it went throughout the trip really] “I love it! Two fruity flavours twisted together!” ~ Kimi quoting an advert.

Monday

I woke up early again, despite not having much sleep; I hadn’t fallen asleep for ages because I had had the song Wearing My Rolex in my head, and I couldn’t sleep through it. That was annoying.

After me and Fraz had had our showers and we had all had brekkie we set off to York.

Again, the car journey consisted of our music blaring out of the speakers. That was good.

We arrived at the park and ride stationy thingy, which was in the car park of a giant Tescos. Seeing the Now 70 album quite cheap in Tescos, Kimi decided she’d buy it there. So off we went, into Tescos. Kimi got her CD, then I pointed out the giant gliding thing, so we had to walk up it. When I say walk I mean Fraz had to walk backwards, then on the way down he sat down. You can’t take him anywhere, you really can’t. 

We were wandering around looking at stuff, waiting for my rents to come find us, when I spotted the Russell Brand book for £3!!! Obviously I bought it, and I’m reading it now. Well not right now, but yeah.

We got the bus into York and spent the journey talking about whether or not we should get the bus into Easingwold. We decided it against it.

We walked round York, me thinking “Bev’s stood here!!” “and HERE!” “and HERE!” We walked into Free Spirit (Think it was called that) and instantly, me and Fraz lost Kimi. Frazzle spotted an awesome bag that I loved so I bought it =D We went upstairs to look at boardshorts with Kimi, but to be honest we weren’t that helpful. I’m sorry Kimi. I bought a load of badges for my badge hat; they’ve gotta be some of the best ; rudeboy, babe, lost sheep. I love badges. Kimi bought a pair of zebra shoes; they’re amazing.

We went in more girly shops, and it must have driven Fraz insane. When we were in the Disney shop I  took photos of everyone with random toys; there was a GIANT eeyore, it was amazing!!

We nabbed some raspberries (yummy) and some freshly made lemonade (that was soooo good) and some ice cream, which we ate in the most seductive ways we could *wink wink nudge nudge*.

Everywhere we went, me and Kimi would shout BEV!!! SAM!! SEAN!! TOBY!!! in the hope one of them would turn round and reply. They never did though..well a few times people looked at us as if we were loons, which we were, so fair enough!

Being us, we decided to ring Bev, but as we couldn’t get through we left a voice mail. Then Fraz left one. Then I left one. Then Kimi left another one. She was so lucky, and we had lots of fun =D

On the bus back we sat at the back (cause we are so hardcore) near these 4 wannabee emos. Frazzles turned his blue tooth on and one of the girls was called Iz Wiz (Unless it was the blue tooth name of one of the grannies on the bus..) and so he attempted sending her random photos. None of them went through, but then again none of them were looking at their phone. We named another one (after guessing which was Iz Wiz) and called her Netty, cause she was wearing netty gloves. We tried saying IZ WIZ really loudly, but they never turned round. Shame shame.

Before dinner that evening we decided that we would devour the three lemons that we’d bought in Asda. As Kimi was a lemon virgin me and Fraz had the upper hand, as we knew what to expect. However, it didn’t go as well as the first time we had tried, and this time we managed to get lemon juice everywhere (lemon juice really makes your skin sting) without successfully eating that much lemon; we weren’t that good at peeling it. We ate all of them though, feeling quite bizare afterwards; as expected.

Later that evening we went to the cinema to see Mamma Mia. Cause we were late in, we had to sit on the floor (well on the seats that were on the floor; as in not slanted) right near the front. That was kind of amazing because the screen was mahoosive. We realised what freaks we are when we all giggled at a special k advert. Then we all found random things funny throughout the film. Me and Kimi swooned over the hot guy, and we giggled over Pierce Brosnan (wow I  can not spell) singing. Mwahaha.

We were waiting to be picked up outside the cinema and I was kinda hyper while feeling ill, which is when I go delusional. I was dancing, jumping, hugging the pole (and no that is not a euphamism) and then I got down on one knee and proposed to Kimi. I scraped my knee though, and started bleeding. That was my most painful proposal. (She said yes by the way).

When we got home, Kimi rang her brother to find out what the french guy who was staying with them was like. He told her he was like this guy in her year, and Kimi was like “eugh great.”  I said to her “Is he your boo?” and Kimi said, in the bestest voice ever “He used to be my booo”. Which then became our phrase for the next couple of days.

We watched an episode of Friends on my laptop and ate our Rocky Road icecream. I swear it was like heaven in a tub. I was tired so I curled up in my bed while Kimi and Fraz watched more Friends.

Tuesday

After showering and breakfasting (Fraz eats  a lot) we drove to Bradford to go to the Media Museum. It was  so so so so so so much fun! Mainly cause we are all so easily amused. We made friends who I managed to freak out by looking at them seductively.

We found a screen with blue screen thingy, and me and Fraz stood there patting and thrusting at a policeman. I’m so proud of us.

There was a news reading t able and tv thing that me and Kimi sat at, arms round each o ther, so it looked like lesbian news night. Well, with us; it was.

We stayed there for lunch and I bought chips and cheese. I got a tub of cheese. It was ah-mar-zing. Fraz ate lots, and while he was still eating me and Kimi looked around the gift shop. Kimi was looking for stuff for her family, and I was just looking for stuff. I saw a girl with a dinosaur teddy and I immediately wanted it. I walked round looking for one and found one. It was so cute and I thought CELINA! So I had to buy it and name it Celina. Yey!

After the media museum we went onto Haworth (where the Bronte sisters grew up). There were oodles of pretty girly shops there, so I took Frazz into the interesting shops and we took photos of each other with random stuff.  There was a sign in one shop that said “please do not try on the hats simply to take photos of yourself” so after accidentally taking photos of each other, we took a photo of the sign. Whoops.

When we got back from Hawoth (after buying sweets and a fish shaped soap) we watched She’s The Man, while eating the rest of the Rocky Road icecream. Nummy.

Wednesday

Because we knew this day would be the hottest and sunniest day of our trip we had left going to the beach till then. We set off early-ish ready for a long journey to Filey. There was a minor fall-out between Kimi and Fraz which created a lovely tense atmosphere in the car. They soon brightened up when we reached the beach; thank god.

As soon as we pulled in the car park Kimi was all ready to run down to the beach, but the rest of us were hungry. Kimi was adament that it had only been two hours since brekkie, but it had been four so we deserved lunch. Finally, after oodles of complaints from Kimi, she realised she was hungry too and that we should get lunch first and then go down to the beach.

We found a little sandwhich shop and while we (Well, I) stood there deliberating which sarnie I should choose, a little drama went on; a woman stormed back into the shop after buying a tub of coleslaw, demanding for her money back as she had been over charged. That was exciting (the woman was in the wrong by the way; the girl behind the counter had charged her right for that food that she wanted. Damn weasel woman).

As none of us had thought to take sun cream with us (whoops) we went off on a search to buy some. It was waay too expensive in the pharmacy so we raided the local pound shop. This pound shop was different to other pound shops, and it seemed to have a slight personality problem. Prices ranged from 85p to £5… neither of them being £1. Poor little pound shop.

We bought some cheapy suncream and just as we were about to leave the shop I spotted some RockStar in the fridge. As this drink features in alllll of Sceneareus vlogs (check them out on youtube, they’re amazing) I had to buy it to see what all the fuss was about.

Walking down to the beach we shared the can of Rockstar, which was disturbingly green but also very nice. I still have the can now; I collect random stuff.. obviously.

As soon as we had set up our stuff on the beach, Kimi and Frazzles were off to the water, leaving me to protect our things. When they came back I realised I wanted to go down to the sea with them, so we rang my mummy and asked her to come and look after our stuff. She agreed to, but as we had to wait for them to actually come and find us we wasted time by playing Frisbee (badly I might add; me and Kimi are quite pathetic at catching and throwing. Fraz, of course, was perfect. Screw you Fraz!!) Mummy and Daddy arrived, and we ran down to the sea, writing random 6.2 much and 69s in the sand. We are such rebels. Fraz drew a giant penis, but we smudged it out. Tut tut Fraz.

While in the sea, Kimi swam a bit and I skimmed stones with Fraz. Well, he skimmed stones and I just threw them in, until he managed to teach me how to actually do it properly. Yey! When Kimi became lonely swimming by herself (I can’t swim and Fraz didn’t have any thing to swim in; he was just in normal clothes), she huffed off (sorry Kimi, but you did!) and we went back to our stuff.

I started doing a lil bit of poi, and for the first time ever I was able to do it. I was so happy!! Then Fraz tried and he managed to do it… kinda. Then Kimi tried but wasn’t that successful; next time babe. It’s taken me about a year to do it.

We found little pools of water with steam around them; they were like spas! We messed around in them, me and Fraz throwing mud at each other and Kimi looking like a mermaid while talking to her little black specky people (I would love to live in your mind babe). We started splashing each other until we were fairly wet. We walked down further to the sea and then became drenched. I screamed so much whenever there was a wave; I’m such a wimp! Fraz decided that he might as well swim with Kimi, so I was sent back with their glasses. I walked back to my mum, dripping wet and screaming I HATE KIMI! LOOK!!

The only change of clothes I had with me was a pair of jeans incase it had gotten cold. Since I was so wet, my only option was to change into them. My top was drenched (I felt like I was in a wet tshirt competition, but as it wasn’t seethrough I don’t think I’d have won. Shame shame.) so I had to nick my mum’s shirt and tye it round my waist. With my tied shirt and rolled up jeans I looked like a hillbilly. At first I hated it, but I came to love it (Two fruity flavours twisted together!).

Eventually, when Kimi and Fraz emerged from the sea, they had to change too. Kimi had a change of clothes; she had planned on going swimming so she knew she was going to get wet. Fraz on the other hand only had a pair of trousers, so he had to change into them behind two open umberellas. As he had no shirt, and only had a pink towel wrapped round him, he was desperate to find a shop that sold cheap shirts.

We walked round Filey looking for a charity shop, but came to the “Pound” shop first. I needed a drink  so I got one, and while I was buying it Fraz found amazingly tacky but awesome sunglasses for £1. Obviously, we all got a pair; Fraz got pink, Kimi got blue (although she really needed a green pair cause green is her colour) and I got orange. We walked round wearing them, looking cool.

As it was 4.30 there were no charity shops open and the only shop selling clothes that was open looked really expensive. Thinking ah what the hell I asked the woman who worked there “do you have any really cheap tops for him?” She smiled and said that she could find something. She looked around then pulled out a black top with red AC DC writing on it. But it didn’t say AC DC. Oh no.

It said Jesus. Which is so incredibly fitting for Fraz it’s unbelievable. He bought it, and I bought a top that said “Beauty School Drop Out”, and with our outfits and sunglasses we looked amazingly fit.

On the way back home we stopped off at a pub/restaurant called Tanglewood where we found a little table in the corner. I looked through the menu and there was nothing for vegetarians (which is me, if you didn’t know). I was appalled, and so was Kimi. I asked the hot emo waiter if there was any vegetarian meals and he simply said “look on the board” so I did, and I found five vegetarian meals. Is that the best they can do?! I ended up ordering “sweet and sour peppers with rice” not knowing what the hell that was going to be like.

Throughout the whole meal we managed to annoy/freak out the hot emo waiter by laughing everytime he  came over to us/ walk past us. One time when we needed to get his attention I wafted my hand and Kimi and Fraz burst out laughing. That got his attention. Everytime he needed to walk past our table after that (which was a lot, because we were sitting near the door to the kitchen..mwahah) he actually ran past. We felt mean, but it was too funny to really care that much.

We ordered pud-pud, but it didn’t come for ages and I said loudly “I want my ice cream!!” and the next thing I knew, emo dude was carrying a bowl of ice cream over to me. Good emo boy waiter!

Later that evening we went for a walk down to the end of the lane so we could take photos of us in our freaky-hill billy-Jesus outfits. That was way too much fun, and we ended up with oodles of photos. I see a new collage being made in the near future…

Later that night we were sitting in our room looking through the photos on my lappy, when Fraz’s phone rang. It was with-held but he answered it. No one spoke; just giggled and then hung up. Prank calling. Yey. They called back a lot; one time Fraz shoved the phone at me and I answered with Kimi’s idea of Playboy Mansion. They answered with their idea of orgasm noises, so I replied in my “sexy” voice Are you okay? I got more noises and then they hung up. 
That carried on more, with Fraz saying something different every time, but we never heard them; it was just music or some electronic voice saying something Fraz couldn’t understand cause it was so crappy.

We have no idea who it could have been; we thought it was the ninjas but I know  that it wasn’t Olli, because I have my connections (although I don’t think he’ll talk to me anymore because I think he knows it’s me. Whoops).

Thursday

We set off at about 10.30ish, got food as Asda and then were off for home at 11. We played music, but we were all too tired to really do much. We started playing word  games, but then Kimi fell asleep. After lunch, Kimi slept more and me and Fraz listened to podcasts and music. We arrived home at around 2, then took Fraz and Kimi back home.

Ta dah.

If you’ve read this far; well done. Have a cookie.

Love y’all

OXO

Being the musical fans that we are, me and my sissi Catherine went down to London yesterday to see Wicked. For those of you who know nothing about said musical, it is the untold story of the witches from The Wizard Of Oz. I’ve seen quite a few musicals in my time; Joseph And The Technicolour Dream Coat, Cats, Blood Brothers, Chicago, Guys and Dolls, Miss Saigon, Grease, We Will Rock You – all of those have been live stage performances, I’ve seen more on DVD and listened to other soundtracks; but I have to say that Wicked beats all of them.  For your enjoyment (ha) I shall use headings in my blog. Yey.

Waiting For The Train

Our train was leaving the station at 8.10am, meaning we had to set off at 7.30am, meaning I had to get up at 6.30am to get ready. So barely awake, we were driven to the station where we waited for about 10 minutes. I would like to thank the pigeons of Shrewsbury for entertaining me throughout this time; as I was able to watch them waddle about. I even composed a short tune that is now The Pigeons’ Song and must be sung every time I see a pigeon.
I like to think that I amused the other loons who were waiting for a train early in the morning, by screaming DONT JUMP at a pigeon when he walked very close to the edge.

On The Train
We sat down on good seats, and I began listening to my new Russell Brand podcast. I was happily giggling away at Russi, and Catherine was happy being Catherine, when we stopped at some place. These three blokes crawled on and sat down on the seats in front of us. Unfortunately, the seats on the train were very close together and we were way way waay too near them. They stank really badly. So badly, we stood up and moved away. We sat near a table, and were happy again. We started playing noughts and crosses, but the aim of my game was to create as many OXOs as I could; so surprisingly, Catherine won every time. My tactics did not succeed.

When the ticket man  came round to check our tickets (Shocking) he told us when we got to Marlybone Station we had to look out for men in blue hats who would let us through (we had printed our tickets off at home so they wouldn’t be able to go through normal tickety things). Catherine said to me “Will you remember that? Men in blue hats?” Of course I will; they are men in hats. I think my eyes probably lit up at the words. (I’m guessing only Kimi will understand that).

There was a family sitting near us, and the daughter stood up to go to the toilet. She was looking around for it in the little toilet area, and Catherine, feeling sorry for her, said It’s to the right. So the girl walked to the left… then came back and went the other way. When she walked past us and smiled, I slow clapped. It was a good moment. Then, when she was talking to her ‘rents I realised they were talking in French. Woo, Frenchies!

In The Station
We walked off the train and were taken away into the sea of Londoners, all the while I was looking out for men in blue hats. We saw the tickety things that people were walking through and there was a man infront of us who was showing an official important man his ticket. The man let him through, and then walked away to comb his hair;leaving the barrier open. We were able to just walk through into the station. Yey!

Our plan from there was to get on to the Underground, so we then had to get tickets for the Underground. I must add that at this moment I was singing Underground, Overground, Wombling Free!! and Sound of the underground! We found a self service underground ticket machine and wandered over to that. Catherine selected an adult and child day travel ticket (whatever it’s called) and was searching for the right amount of change when the machine said “oi you’ve taken too long, I’m bored of waiting” and deleted our order. Fine then. Knowing what to do, and holding the right amout of money in her hands, Catherine chose the options again. “A child is under the age of 16. Continue?” yes. “A child is under the age of 16. Continue?” yes. “A child…” oh screw you!!
While this was going on, there were two girls behind us waiting to use the machine. One of them looked down at my converse and said “OH MY GOD look at her shoes! Woah they’re amazing!” I was  beaming, thinking “why yes, yes they are”.
We gave up with the machine and waited in line for a man to give them to us. We were handed the pink tickets (obviously in exchange for money) and were carried along in the swarm of Londoners over to the ticket barrier thingies. You had to slot your ticket in in the side and then it popped up at the top and made a sort of BONG! Sound. It amused me too much. Then you had to hurry through the open barrier before it closed, making you look like an idiot who couldn’t walk.

The Underground
I’m gonna use another reference that only Kimi will get; remember the huge escalator thing at tobogganing? It was really steep and scary; like gliding up a mountain. Well travelling down to the Underground was like that; it was like you were falling slowly down to the depths of hell, which is always good. It was as hot as hell down there as well.

When we stepped on to the train I saw an oober hot guy in a blue beanie hat. PHWOAR. We managed to nab seats, and I sat opposite Catherine and next to the hot guy. Cause the outside was dark I was able to see his reflection in the window. Double phwoar. When the announcer person boomed “Next Stop Oxford Circus” the dude grabbed his bag. Yey! That’s where we were getting off too! We walked off, me planning on following the hot hat dude. We lost him, and sat in a different  carriage. Near us this time was a couple who couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Nice. I love listening to slurping noises. Yey. When we came to our stop we got off, and so did hot hat dude! We were following him up the escalator, and I said to Catherine “I’ve found a guy in a blue hat! Let’s follow him!!” She smiled, and humoured me.

To get up and out of hell we had to climb in a lift. It was weird; it was such a big lift! (Yes, I’m easily amused.)  Behind us were these chavvy gangsters; if you’ve ever seen the film Kidulthood, these people gave the impression they’d just stepped out of that. Scary. They were quite terrifying, laughing at the idea of going to the zoo. *raises one eyebrow* One of them said to another one “Ya douche!” and the victim of the name douche looked over at me and said to the guy “Did you just call me a douche?!” I looked at the ground, wishing that the damn lift would hurry up.

In London

We were now near Regents Park which was our chosen destination for luncheon. We walked across a huge road and I realised that unlike cars in Shrewsbury, cars in London won’t avoid running you over, if they need to get somewhere they’ll quite happily mow you down in the way. That was fun. We walked into the park (the front bit was just a glorified version of the Quarry to be honest) and saw a giant kiddy park on our right. “I’ve been there before!!” I recognised it from my childhood! Because I was bursting for the piddly diddly department, we went into the kiddy park to use the toilet. There was this oober grumpy looking woman sitting near it and she said “no adults allowed; only children”. I stopped and said “am I a child?” She looked me up and down and said “yeah”. I walked in, leaving Catherine behind. The toilets were tiny; no wonder they were just for children- adults wouldn’t fit in! I was there on the titchy toilet, listening to the small girl (Ha that sounds wrong) and her mother in the next cubicle. The mother asked how the girl managed to get it black, and the girl replied I just told it to be black and it was! Gawd knows what they were talking about. Then the little girl said the most disturbing thing I heard all day; when my mummy does a pee-pee she stands up! At this, I hurried out of the toilet, thinking two things: women in London are abnormal, and who the hell was she in the toilet with if it wasn’t her mum?!

We wandered over to a tree and sat down to eat our grub. In my line of view was a topless man sunbathing. He decided he didn’t have enough flesh uncovered so he rolled his jeans up, took his shoes and socks off and laid down on his stomach reading. Yummy. I was watching him; mainly cause there was nothing else to look at, and also because he was topless (shut up). I looked away for like a second and when I looked back he was fully dressed and walking away. Daym.

So after we were finished we were back off to the train to hell so we could get to The Apollo Theatre. It was only one stop, so it wasn’t that bad. Thankfully. We climbed in the lift again and walked into the station. Thirsty, we found a shop selling drinks and whatnot. We grabbed bottles, and threw them at the dude behind the counter. The Pakistani man (not meant to sound racist; it’s just so you know his accent) looked at me and said “mmmmmm I like your hat”, then rose his eyebrows kinkally. Eek. I grinned and said “thankyou” and we paid and walked off, me giggling like a loon.

The Apollo Theatre

As we walked out of the station and looked up to our left we saw a humongous sign saying WICKED and a picture and lots of sparkly green. It was ooberly exciting, so I got out Chayles (camera) and took a photo. Shockingly, in my photo I managed to get in a photo of an awesome looking car too!  

What you can’t see behind the green taxi is the very long line of school kids. Yey. We walked in and stood in the foyer waiting to be let in. There were a few other people in there with us, and there was a guy that reminded me of Kimi’s brother but I really don’t know why because he didn’t really look like him. Weird. We were standing next to a locked door, but then a guy that worked there came and unlocked it, meaning that it was time. I opened it and he snapped I’ll open the door when I’m ready for you! FINE. I was all ready for him to open our door last, but this girl came and opened it for us. Yey!

There were loads of stalls selling merchandise, and I was determined to buy this green top that said Defy Gravity. I bought it, and then we went up to the toilets. I put it on and was horrified. It was horrible! Lycra is not good for me; only for ginger ninjas. We managed to swap it for a black top with monkeys down one sleeve. Now I have a musical top, I can be like Collin and wear it whenever I go out. Collin is my inspiration!

While we were lolling about, waiting to be let in, I noticed how many emo and scene kids there were. Good for them! Because we were at the front of the line we were the ones who were in the main theatre first. We came in from the top and were walking down, admiring the scenery. As we were the only ones in there, the ushers’ were all paying attention to us. Me and Catherine were making sounds such as ooh!!! Wow!!! OOF!!  They were standing there smiling at us, and Catherine said “we don’t get out much” and I said I know! I was just amazed at the chairs! They’re RED!!! We sat down – four rows from the front!! I sat there taking photos of everything (obviously) and then someone came and sat next to Catherine. This freaky man with three little girls (maybe his daughters, or maybe just three girls he stole) sat next to Catherine and kept elbowing her and totally demolishing all personal space she had, by leaning over her while taking photos of the small girls. Nice. An oober tall man sat in front of Catsi; things were not looking good for her. Meanwhile, I had a small mother and little boys sit in front of me, and then eight empty chairs to my left. I don’t think anyone likes you babe. Well I don’t care!

Then in walked a bunch of preppy, stuck up posh school girls. Yey. I was lumbered with them, and the one who sat next to me had on the shortest skirt possible. Catsi said are they meant to wear really short skirts? to which I replied are they meant to look like total prostitutes? I can only hope she heard that, because she really irritated me. She had her phone out (which had a photo of a horse on. Oh how I giggled while thinking about Sienna), and was trying to ring this girl while yelling across the room. OI MELISSA!!  WHY AREN’T YOU ANSWERING YOUR PHONE?! Then she started talking to a girl in front of Catherine, saying Oh My God, Melissa’s totally blanking me, she won’t answer her phone or anything. Poor diddums. I felt her pain, I really did.

Then the lights dimmed and the music started. Hackin’ school girls started screaming. Yes it’s dark you morons, get over it!

By far, it was the greatest musical ever, which of course meant that I whooped after every song, which really annoyed short skirt next to me, who was hardly clapping and sat there yawning. Ahh well. She managed to get away from me in the interval. Actually, thinking about it, my whole row left in the interval; including Catherine who left to join the ooberly long queue for the toilet. I sat with my phone, texting Kimi and Mum. I could see short skirt with her friend (maybe Melissa? Who knows) eating sweets. How cute. She came back, as did everyone else on my row, and yelled at the girl in front of Catherine Oi! Georgi! What do you have?! (herpies) Fruit Pastells! Oh can I have some?! So of course there was a lot of leaning and invasion of my space by short skirt. That was nice. Then when it came to pass them back short skirt yelled Oi Georgi and Catherine offered to give them back. How nice of her. I was annoyed though; how dare she steal my name?!

If you don’t know the story of Wicked, then shame on you! I’m not going to go into it, but there were flying monkeys. Yes, I now have an obsession with flying monkeys. Actual human flying monkeys. I want one. They’re so cute, and they can speak! Yey!

After Wicked

We ran out up these stairs and found ourselves on the opposite side of the theatre, so we were able to walk round a bit more of London. Yey. We clambered back on to the Underground, but because the time was after work time, there were oodles of people, so we had to stand up. Now those of you who know me will know that I can fall over standing up. So imagine how I was standing up, on a train that kept shaking about. Terrible. I was clinging on to this pole for dear life, and was so so so  close to this really cute guy (I wonder how that happened) and whenever the train shook, I fell into him. Verka, that was so embarrassing but he just kept giggling and smiling at me. At one point, in attempt to grab the pole, I accidentally touched him in a private place but I don’t know if he noticed/cared. Maybe he did; he got off at the next stop, which meant that I had no one to fall on. Ahh well.

We stopped off at Regents Park again and this time walked all the way down to Queen Mary’s Gardens (something like that). We sat in a rose garden, and it was all prettyful! The best part was the birds; there was a London pigeon:

I have a slight thing for pigeons now. *sings pigeon song*

Then there was this little cute bird that came up really  close to us, so we fed it. It had a mummy bird too!!

We liiiked them.

Ooh, and we saw a London Blackbird that looked really tacky and icky:

We ate tea, and then walked off some more. I felt like such an oober tourist, cause I was taking photos of anything and everything. But to be honest, there was normally reason behind it:

 This was on the back of a signpost. This will only make sense if you Kimi, Frazz or Bev.

Deciding we couldn’t face the underground again, we thought we’d walk to Marylebone Station. That was fun; walking through London is weird. We walking behind a couple holding hands, but they were so far apart it was as if they had been cursed and couldn’t let go even though they didn’t really like each other. Poor them!

Marylebone Station

We had an hour to spare, so we got drinks in this little cafe. While we were getting our drinks, I spotted a black straw and a black fork that I could add to my collection, so I yoinked them (don’t worry, they were free) and walked out with my coke. We were sitting at a table, when suddenly Catherine looked behind me and said “wow look at that shop name!”

 How amazing is that?!

I dragged her in; I had to. Despite the name and the excitement that it built up, it was pretty damn crappy. It stank so much (no duh, it was full of cheese) and there wasn’t even many exciting cheeses.  I saw one, so I clicked at it;

 It was so holey!!

After that excitement we still had about forty five minutes left. We went into Smiths to buy a drink and skittles, and were stuck behind an Asian guy, who must have been about 11. He had a £20 note in his hand, and was piling oodles of packets of chewing gum onto the counter. Then he pointed behind the guy working there and said “Can I have some batteries please?” The man gave him a pack of 4. “No I want 6”. The man looked at them, and realised there was a pack of 4 or a pack of 8. He gave him a pack of 8 and the boy seemed fine with that.  He spent over £15 on chewing gum and batteries. Why?!

On The Train
For some reason, our train was held up so we had to go to Wembley, which again reminds me of Wombles! So we were on a train for one stop, then about 30 of us got off and were waiting for another one. The French family from the morning were there, as were the smelly dudes. I was hypered up for some reason, and I was dancing around looking for pigeons. The train came and I whooped. We climbed on, and I turned left but Catherine said “no that’s first  class” and a man told us that everywhere was first class;  we were going to be sitting in first class!! Because I’m so easily amused, I was amazed by everything, which meant that Chayles came out again.

 There was a man and a woman sitting opposite us, and they both thought I was a retard taking photos of things. Well it only worsened; I started taking photos of Catherine who was posing with a bottle of water and a packet of minstrels, and she started taking photos of me who was posing with a bottle of water and a packet of skittles. Yes, we take weirdosity to the next level. I soon started to listen to my ipod, and fell asleep while listening to Russi.

I woke up, and about half an hour later we were home. That was good.

If you’ve got this far; well done. Have a cookie!

Love y’all

<3

Before I beat  Frazzles to it and write a blog about our weird fun (ooh eh?!) I need to say one thing.

My foot hackin hurts!

I was in the dark in my bedroom (whit woo) and I stood on an upturned badge. You know the sort where there’s the badge and then a twizzly bit that twizzles into the badge? Well the whole pin bit went in my foot, so it was like I was decorating my foot. It bled lots, and it still hurts now. Argh! Argh! Argh!

Anyhoo, back to the story/stories.

A while ago, Frazzles said that he wanted to peel a lemon. I let it slide; Frazz is quite odd. He said it again tonight, and I realised that we did actually have a lemon. When I asked my mummy about it, she said that it wasn’t worth using anymore; we’d had it too long. Ah ha! This meant that we could peel it!

We had lots of fun squirting lemon juice, and me wiping lemon juice on Frazz’s hands… then we decided to eat it. Now most people struggle eating a slice of lemon that they’ve had in their drinks… We’re not that sort of people; we ate whole segments. We didn’t wince that much, but afterwards Fraz’s jaw felt funny, and my  teeth felt weird.

However, after eating a whole lemon between us we felt as if we could do anything. Yes that’s right, anything. We ventured out on to the green, this time without our HONK! 4 CHEESE as I have been told the parental units that we shouldn’t do that, as we may be yelled at by the police for “Distracting Drivers”. Note that they’re not telling me that I’m being stupid/ embarrassing; they don’t want me to get in trouble with the police. I love my parents.

We found a portaloo (which Frazz locked me in. Thanks.) which was small, smelly and wet; as all portaloos are. Yicky.

Despite not having a sign instructing divers to HONK! we were still honked at a few times; obviously our Friday Night Usuals who expect us to be there for them to honk at. Awh, we’re loved.

Feeling fruity we began dancing around the umberella, but soon stopped. Shame shame.

After that, we turned on Sky. When Higgledytown Heroes had finished and we’d snapped out of the trance of wanting a squirrel on our heads (although that could have just been me), we found other channels.

There’s a GOD channel on Sky. Amazing. A man with tattoos preaching at a bunch of people. Yey.

There’s a  gospel channel. People singing.

I like how my titles never actually relate to anything in my blog. I guess it gives it an air of mystery… or just shows that I’m a freak.

Soo today was Glock Day. Normally they’re okay, a bunch of kids playing glocks and piano and talking to each other… the norm. It’s normally good because I have either Kimi or Rach to keep me company, but today I didn’t have either of them… Damn You!!

I thought it would be fine, seeing as I get on well with Sophie and Lucy (Sophie being 9 and Lucy being but because I felt ill, I was in a bad mood and they just irritated me. So I spent the hours 10 till 4 being annoyed, feeling sick with a thumping headache, surrounded by kids screaming and playing any instrument they could find at the loudest possible level.

Every break we had I’d run upstairs to escape, and to see if anyone was online to who I could complain and whinge too. To my annoyance there was no one…

At 4.00 we were playing to the ‘rents and normally I really don’t care about that and I do fine… but today I was feeling ill and nervous so I couldn’t stop shaking. When it came to my solo I messed it up SOOOO much I had to stop, fake grin and say; “I’ll start again!”. The second time didn’t go any better but I was fed up, so I just carried on until I got the end… Never has 2 minutes felt so damn long.

For some reason I was singing louder than normal but I just stood there glaring at my book.

Gah, I had such a bad day.

I get to do it all again next Sunday too!! But thank verka Kimi and Rachey will be there. I’ve realised I need them to keep me sane.

On a happy note, I’ve found my bracelets! They were hidden in the recycling..cunning!

Welll I’m off to spread my joy and happiness somewhere else.

Love to your mothers

xoxox