Thursday, October 30, 2003
Whoever said life's short, wasn't lying. I'm only eighteen and already feel like an old man in many ways. This has been further highlighted by events over the past week. After being pressured by one friend/villain who shall indeed remain nameless, I agreed to take the plunge and go to Alton Towers with my fellow 'Being Bad' classmates. I hate rollercoasters, and so all week I was dreading visiting my idea of the seventh layer of hell.
Predictably, after being told to be at the meeting point at 9:00am on Thursday, the first coach didn't arrive until half past. I was already moaning by now, and embracing my 'being bad' spiruit. Fortunately our coach pulled up only a short time after. I reeled off a few chauvinist jokes as our driver was female. You don't get too many women coach drivers though, do you? Surrounded by mainly ladies, its fair to say they didn't go down extremely well. So lets summarise my 'fun day out' to date. Arrive in the puring rain, wait for an hour in the miserable conditions, offend many with poor observational humour and still haven't even got to the place yet.
In all fairness, Alton Towers itself wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. I was once again pressured by my contemporaries to engage in some high velocity fun, in the form of 'Air', one of the newest attractions. Suprisingly I quite enjoyed the ride. I didn't however enjoy looking at the picture of myself afterwards. A cross between scared and constipated would be fair assessment, and if the picture never see's the light of day, I won't be dissapointed. Unfortunately, my nameless friend also obtained a copy, ensuring the horror will last for sometime to come.
Meeting back up afterwards, I was pleased with myself for trying something I hadn't before and was in a decent mood. This was however soured by the minority who didn't make it back to the coach on time, leaving us to wait for them for a further half an hour. I thought to myself as a 'being bad' student it was my duty to tell everyone to leave them behind and go on without them. Not many agreed, but it did complete an extremely eventful day. One which will live in the memory at least until I can destroy every copy of that f***ing photo!
Predictably, after being told to be at the meeting point at 9:00am on Thursday, the first coach didn't arrive until half past. I was already moaning by now, and embracing my 'being bad' spiruit. Fortunately our coach pulled up only a short time after. I reeled off a few chauvinist jokes as our driver was female. You don't get too many women coach drivers though, do you? Surrounded by mainly ladies, its fair to say they didn't go down extremely well. So lets summarise my 'fun day out' to date. Arrive in the puring rain, wait for an hour in the miserable conditions, offend many with poor observational humour and still haven't even got to the place yet.
In all fairness, Alton Towers itself wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. I was once again pressured by my contemporaries to engage in some high velocity fun, in the form of 'Air', one of the newest attractions. Suprisingly I quite enjoyed the ride. I didn't however enjoy looking at the picture of myself afterwards. A cross between scared and constipated would be fair assessment, and if the picture never see's the light of day, I won't be dissapointed. Unfortunately, my nameless friend also obtained a copy, ensuring the horror will last for sometime to come.
Meeting back up afterwards, I was pleased with myself for trying something I hadn't before and was in a decent mood. This was however soured by the minority who didn't make it back to the coach on time, leaving us to wait for them for a further half an hour. I thought to myself as a 'being bad' student it was my duty to tell everyone to leave them behind and go on without them. Not many agreed, but it did complete an extremely eventful day. One which will live in the memory at least until I can destroy every copy of that f***ing photo!
