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girlofpreyI love how they put "To Be Continued..." at the end of every episode of Heroes. As though you think they might suddenly stop, and not make any more.
Anyway. I went camping. And it was pretty great. Aside from the part where we didn't have any sort of organisation whatsoever. I took a half-day off work to go down to the campsite in Kent with K and J, and they called just as I was leaving, at 1, and it turned out they'd been planning for us to get a train I could not possibly get to in time, which I'd mentioned when K called to ask just before she booked their train tickets. But anyway, we managed to get a train and flailed about finding seats and space for all our crap. J got stuck in an aisle. That was quite funny. Anyway, J's parents gave us a lift from London to Canterbury, and I saw more monuments than I've seen in all my weekends there. St Paul's. Definitely going to have to visit St Pauls one day. Apparently if you say you're a Christian and have no money, they let you up to the top for free.
But anyway, J's dad then gave us a lift to the campsite, by which point it was about 8 o'clock. We had a plan to pitch our tents and walk into the town nearby for food, except for the part where we did not have time for any of it. But J's friend, who was meant to be in Australia but came to suprise him, went for fish and chips while we were pitching and offered to bring us some. And then brought us some cutlery to eat it with. And some plates. And some glasses, having bought us things to drink. And she brought us chairs. Oh, it would have been a disaster without her. But it was quite nice, the weather stayed good and we had fish and chips under the stars. My tent had a catepillar on it and only one layer (K didn't really mention it belonged to her young nephews), but was at least easy to set up. And then we went to bed and I had a fairly painful night's sleep, in between wondering if those noises were foxes or maniacs and pulling a fleece over me for the cold. But it didn't rain, which was good.
The next day we got up early, and it was raining but turned fine pretty quickly, though it kept coming and going during the day. We walked into the town on a route that took us to the sea, then along, and note: rocky beaches are very painful. But it was a lovely town, lots of beautiful sort of unreal-looking houses along the sea front. They had balconies and three storeys and an attic room, and some had anchors randomly in front of them. I wanted them very much. We went for a cooked breakfast, a mere two and a half hours after we got up, and watched as the sunny day suddenly started pouring it down again. G met up with us (our other old housemate), and were going to walk round the town or on a beach, but it started raining again so the boys went to a pub and K and I went into the art gallery. There were some lovely pieces, but very expensive. And there was a little room with a special exhibition which had a bowl of Celebrations on the CD player, which K and I had a few of, and then we noticed one of the pieces was called "Sweets from Strangers". Ahh. Anyway. I bought a toy car from a toyshop for Jack, and we had a few drinks, then met up with some more people and headed back to the campsite.
More and more people kept arriving. Oh, at first J stayed to meet a friend in town, so K and I had to lead G and her friends Amanda and Steven back to the campsite, which was exciting. Though it was pretty much two straight lines. But we got back (totally leaders of men/women), and more and more people kept turning up. About two hours after she suggested it K and I went for a swim in the site's little swimming pool, and I didn't have a towel but we got by. God, I didn't even have a face-towel. In the morning I had to dry my face under a hand-dryer after washing it. But, you know, we roughed it. Anyway, it was fucking freezing. Probably we shouldn't have waited until four or five o'clock. I could have done without the family staring through the fence as we got undressed and carefully edged our way into the water with some squealing, too. But it was alright. I hadn't been swimming in years. And it was refreshing. After we'd had warm showers and stopped shivering. And I even got the chlorine out of my hair. Win.
Anyway. We went for a barbecue on the beach in the evening, and the weather was completely fine by that point. We stopped off to buy meat, and barbecues, and then just settled in somewhere away from the houses. Someone found wood for a fire, and someone else lit it, and we grilled stuff on that as well. Mostly because the Llondis barbecues weren't working I think. But we had food, and it was cooked. We forgot the marshmallows, but we'd have only forgot the sticks if we did have them. People kept leaving, but mostly we stayed, drinking and dancing and eating, until about two o'clock. And thank God someone (read: this someone) brought a torch, because it saved our asses a number of times. Mostly when we needed more wood. There was a great moment when we called out to see if a group of people passing with a torch were our friends, and they called "Hello" back as our friends called "Hello" from further down the path. But anyway. We broke the CD player (sort of), kept picking up burning sticks and running away with them, and marvelled at how many stars there were, until we went back to the campsite, and very quietly talked and played the guitar and people fought over cigarettes.
There was a bit of a conflict over the tents, since G hadn't brought one and that left a friend of K's with no-one to share with. Out in the cold, so to speak. And people kept offering to sleep in the two Bivee (?) bags (breathable, waterproof sleeping bags), and other people kept arguing, but eventually people just sort of found a bed and slept in it. And then the heat woke me up the next morning! My face was a bit sunburnt, and I had the fleece on me again, and the sun was blazing onto my tent and I had to stick my head out the front to stop it being on fire. Strangely, at exactly the same time we'd planned to get up. And then we packed up, took down the tents, played some French cricket, and left (sigh). I was planning to come back on the train at 10 to 3 or 4, since K and J were apparently going on the coach, but then I was invited/assumed to be going to lunch at J's house, so I did. Also it turned out they were only planning to get the coach to London then go on the train. Anyway, we had the lunch, which was gorgeous (dudes, crusty bread dipped in oil and balsamic vinegar? Try it!), and then got talking...about society and oppression and sexism and mutilation and how dolphins rape, and stuff, and one of J's cats fell a bit in love with me, and then suddenly it was six o'clock.
And oh God. J and K decided they couldn't get the coach, and they'd never get a ticket now anyway, so we'd all go back on the train. But the next one wasn't till half six, and it would take an hour and a half to get to London, and then we'd have to take a tube and walk round to St Pancras, and then get a two hour train at 9 o'clock. Or 9:30 if we missed it. We did all these things, or at least the first one. Then I needed to wee, so we got held up at the station, and our tube was cancelled between the stations we wanted to go to, so we had to get two connecting ones, and run around constantly with all the bags, and eventually didn't get to St Pancras until five past nine.
But fine, we'd just wait for the 9:30, we asked if it was in yet and were told no, we got food, then a security women asked us where we were going and told us that train was the 9:30, over there, we'd better hurry! But they said it wasn't the 9:30 to Nottingham. In fact, there was no 9:30 to Nottingham, we'd have to wait for the 10:30. That train was the 9:30 to Sheffield, and we could get on it and change at Leicester, but we'd be changing to the train that was going to leave St Pancras at 10:30. And oh. We got on it anyway, just to keep moving, got off at Leicester at ten past 11 and had to wait till ten past 12 to get the connection. It was fine though. I quite like travelling in the dark, and I had K and J with me. We just had to keep drinking coke to keep ourselves awake. We got the train, it took another 45 minutes to get to Nottingham, then we had to get taxis, and then I had to unpack my bag so I had all my stuff for the morning. And I had no food, hadn't had a shower, and the washing up wasn't done. In the end I set my alarm for half eight and decided to take the morning off work. Which mostly means I can't really take anymore days off for a little while. But it was a great weekend, and an adventure, and we saw the sea, and it was lovely, yes. Though quite tiring.
And that was my weekend. Slightly more in-depth than I'd planned it to be, but there you go.
And that man. That man was in Doctor Who, wasn't he? The man I'd been waiting for. And I can't find any downloads that don't make me cry. Aaaaahhhh. My parents taped it (hopefully), but I can't see it until I go home, which I'm next planning to do the weekend of the finale. DAMN IT.
I'm going to read the flist now. Except for Doctor Who. And watch Heroes. And probably sleep.
Anyway. I went camping. And it was pretty great. Aside from the part where we didn't have any sort of organisation whatsoever. I took a half-day off work to go down to the campsite in Kent with K and J, and they called just as I was leaving, at 1, and it turned out they'd been planning for us to get a train I could not possibly get to in time, which I'd mentioned when K called to ask just before she booked their train tickets. But anyway, we managed to get a train and flailed about finding seats and space for all our crap. J got stuck in an aisle. That was quite funny. Anyway, J's parents gave us a lift from London to Canterbury, and I saw more monuments than I've seen in all my weekends there. St Paul's. Definitely going to have to visit St Pauls one day. Apparently if you say you're a Christian and have no money, they let you up to the top for free.
But anyway, J's dad then gave us a lift to the campsite, by which point it was about 8 o'clock. We had a plan to pitch our tents and walk into the town nearby for food, except for the part where we did not have time for any of it. But J's friend, who was meant to be in Australia but came to suprise him, went for fish and chips while we were pitching and offered to bring us some. And then brought us some cutlery to eat it with. And some plates. And some glasses, having bought us things to drink. And she brought us chairs. Oh, it would have been a disaster without her. But it was quite nice, the weather stayed good and we had fish and chips under the stars. My tent had a catepillar on it and only one layer (K didn't really mention it belonged to her young nephews), but was at least easy to set up. And then we went to bed and I had a fairly painful night's sleep, in between wondering if those noises were foxes or maniacs and pulling a fleece over me for the cold. But it didn't rain, which was good.
The next day we got up early, and it was raining but turned fine pretty quickly, though it kept coming and going during the day. We walked into the town on a route that took us to the sea, then along, and note: rocky beaches are very painful. But it was a lovely town, lots of beautiful sort of unreal-looking houses along the sea front. They had balconies and three storeys and an attic room, and some had anchors randomly in front of them. I wanted them very much. We went for a cooked breakfast, a mere two and a half hours after we got up, and watched as the sunny day suddenly started pouring it down again. G met up with us (our other old housemate), and were going to walk round the town or on a beach, but it started raining again so the boys went to a pub and K and I went into the art gallery. There were some lovely pieces, but very expensive. And there was a little room with a special exhibition which had a bowl of Celebrations on the CD player, which K and I had a few of, and then we noticed one of the pieces was called "Sweets from Strangers". Ahh. Anyway. I bought a toy car from a toyshop for Jack, and we had a few drinks, then met up with some more people and headed back to the campsite.
More and more people kept arriving. Oh, at first J stayed to meet a friend in town, so K and I had to lead G and her friends Amanda and Steven back to the campsite, which was exciting. Though it was pretty much two straight lines. But we got back (totally leaders of men/women), and more and more people kept turning up. About two hours after she suggested it K and I went for a swim in the site's little swimming pool, and I didn't have a towel but we got by. God, I didn't even have a face-towel. In the morning I had to dry my face under a hand-dryer after washing it. But, you know, we roughed it. Anyway, it was fucking freezing. Probably we shouldn't have waited until four or five o'clock. I could have done without the family staring through the fence as we got undressed and carefully edged our way into the water with some squealing, too. But it was alright. I hadn't been swimming in years. And it was refreshing. After we'd had warm showers and stopped shivering. And I even got the chlorine out of my hair. Win.
Anyway. We went for a barbecue on the beach in the evening, and the weather was completely fine by that point. We stopped off to buy meat, and barbecues, and then just settled in somewhere away from the houses. Someone found wood for a fire, and someone else lit it, and we grilled stuff on that as well. Mostly because the Llondis barbecues weren't working I think. But we had food, and it was cooked. We forgot the marshmallows, but we'd have only forgot the sticks if we did have them. People kept leaving, but mostly we stayed, drinking and dancing and eating, until about two o'clock. And thank God someone (read: this someone) brought a torch, because it saved our asses a number of times. Mostly when we needed more wood. There was a great moment when we called out to see if a group of people passing with a torch were our friends, and they called "Hello" back as our friends called "Hello" from further down the path. But anyway. We broke the CD player (sort of), kept picking up burning sticks and running away with them, and marvelled at how many stars there were, until we went back to the campsite, and very quietly talked and played the guitar and people fought over cigarettes.
There was a bit of a conflict over the tents, since G hadn't brought one and that left a friend of K's with no-one to share with. Out in the cold, so to speak. And people kept offering to sleep in the two Bivee (?) bags (breathable, waterproof sleeping bags), and other people kept arguing, but eventually people just sort of found a bed and slept in it. And then the heat woke me up the next morning! My face was a bit sunburnt, and I had the fleece on me again, and the sun was blazing onto my tent and I had to stick my head out the front to stop it being on fire. Strangely, at exactly the same time we'd planned to get up. And then we packed up, took down the tents, played some French cricket, and left (sigh). I was planning to come back on the train at 10 to 3 or 4, since K and J were apparently going on the coach, but then I was invited/assumed to be going to lunch at J's house, so I did. Also it turned out they were only planning to get the coach to London then go on the train. Anyway, we had the lunch, which was gorgeous (dudes, crusty bread dipped in oil and balsamic vinegar? Try it!), and then got talking...about society and oppression and sexism and mutilation and how dolphins rape, and stuff, and one of J's cats fell a bit in love with me, and then suddenly it was six o'clock.
And oh God. J and K decided they couldn't get the coach, and they'd never get a ticket now anyway, so we'd all go back on the train. But the next one wasn't till half six, and it would take an hour and a half to get to London, and then we'd have to take a tube and walk round to St Pancras, and then get a two hour train at 9 o'clock. Or 9:30 if we missed it. We did all these things, or at least the first one. Then I needed to wee, so we got held up at the station, and our tube was cancelled between the stations we wanted to go to, so we had to get two connecting ones, and run around constantly with all the bags, and eventually didn't get to St Pancras until five past nine.
But fine, we'd just wait for the 9:30, we asked if it was in yet and were told no, we got food, then a security women asked us where we were going and told us that train was the 9:30, over there, we'd better hurry! But they said it wasn't the 9:30 to Nottingham. In fact, there was no 9:30 to Nottingham, we'd have to wait for the 10:30. That train was the 9:30 to Sheffield, and we could get on it and change at Leicester, but we'd be changing to the train that was going to leave St Pancras at 10:30. And oh. We got on it anyway, just to keep moving, got off at Leicester at ten past 11 and had to wait till ten past 12 to get the connection. It was fine though. I quite like travelling in the dark, and I had K and J with me. We just had to keep drinking coke to keep ourselves awake. We got the train, it took another 45 minutes to get to Nottingham, then we had to get taxis, and then I had to unpack my bag so I had all my stuff for the morning. And I had no food, hadn't had a shower, and the washing up wasn't done. In the end I set my alarm for half eight and decided to take the morning off work. Which mostly means I can't really take anymore days off for a little while. But it was a great weekend, and an adventure, and we saw the sea, and it was lovely, yes. Though quite tiring.
And that was my weekend. Slightly more in-depth than I'd planned it to be, but there you go.
And that man. That man was in Doctor Who, wasn't he? The man I'd been waiting for. And I can't find any downloads that don't make me cry. Aaaaahhhh. My parents taped it (hopefully), but I can't see it until I go home, which I'm next planning to do the weekend of the finale. DAMN IT.
I'm going to read the flist now. Except for Doctor Who. And watch Heroes. And probably sleep.
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Date: 2007-06-18 09:11 pm (UTC)How do dolphins rape?
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Date: 2007-06-18 09:16 pm (UTC)