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a series of commentaries about weekend and those other days inbetween when I'm Corona less...
Friday, August 29, 2003
There seems to be an uprising of idiots on the old board at the moment, I'm getting a bit sick of it.
Thursday, August 28, 2003
Wednesday, August 27, 2003
Back to work *sigh* but I'm smiling. I had a really great time. Last week I did little most days which was very nice. I ended up going to Rochdale instead of Manchester because Adrian had gone to Sheffield and wasn't due back until 9.30. But we still had a good time :) Went out for a meal on my birthday which was gorgeous, I'll be going there again. On Saturday I went away with my church, we stayed at a BB training centre in Kirkham, which isn't that far away at all, only an hour and a bits drive. I took my drumkit as we were to lead worship there.
On saturday afternoon we went go-karting, which as expected was excellent. Then we carried on to camp and unloaded, put tents up etc. I was a little perterbed at the discovery that on sunday myself and the younger folk were booked in to go caving. I have been once before but when I was much younger, it was ok but its not something I'm particularly keen on. So anyway, on sunday we set off pretty early as it was quite a drive to Ingleton where we were meeting Ash, the caving guy. Ingleton was a really cute little village. VERY hilly but unspoilt, not too touristy! Ash was quite a friendly, lively character, a typical instructor type. We drove up to the caves and got kitted out with wellies, overalls, helmets, battery packs and lamps. We split up into three groups; easy, medium, and 'turbo!' I went for the medium and played it safe, this was the group Ash was leading. Off we trundled across the hills and through various bogs. The battery packs were surprisingly heavy and awkward. That morning Ash took us down several caves, 5 or 6 I think, it was quite physically challenging but pretty good fun. It was quite a nice day so it wasn't excessively wet, which was good.
We all stopped for a well-needed lunch back at the minibus and Ash explained to us our choice of afternoon activities. We split into two groups this time and again Ash was heading up our group. We headed over some fields uphill to start at the top of the cave and come back down. Ash told us this cave started off very small and got larger as we went along. And he wasn't joking.. we crawled on our bellies for what seemed like forever. It must have been like, ten/fifteen minutes into it, and it had not got any bigger. At this point *Becky (who didn't want to go caving at all originally) started to panic. She ended up in tears and just wanted to get out, myself and her sister, Rachel were both trying to calm her down. Ash was at the back of the group, and because the cave was so small, he couldn't get to her. We carried on hoping the cave would open up soon, when Martin, who was at the front said he physically couldn't go any further. Ash still couldn't see us and was shouting that there was only one way to go. I was right behind Phil who also couldn't go any further, it was just too small. At this point I think everyone was quite scared, Becky was still panicking, which made everyone else panic. Ash managed to get round a few people so he was with Becky, who was behind me. He could see my feet and he started laughing, insanely, this made me quite anoid as I was pretty upset. So I started swearing (!) Ash tried to make light of it and said we'd gone the wrong way. We all had to edge backwards after the others had gone past. This was tough as the area was so skinny we were only able to manouver with our arms, I had to turn my head sideways to avoid my helmet getting stuck. Now I just wanted out of there too. I think everyone else did. But Ash did quite well to keep up the groups moral. The cave eventually opened up and we were able to crouch, which was a huge relief. Slowly the cave got bigger and bigger and we could walk. Then... incident number two occurred. I heard Phil shout to Ash at the front that Damian couldn't breath properly (*background info - Damian is Becky's boyfriend) it wasn't long before we could all hear him, breathing really fast and loudly. Its the most awful noise I've heard in a while. Becky, started panicking again (obviously) and Ash came to Damians aid. He dealt with the situation admirably and stayed perfectly calm. Calmed him down and gave him a shot of inhaler. Then he was fine. We carried on again and finally saw daylight. We were in there for 2 hours.
Its scary to think what could have happened. You're so deep underground and also in the middle of no-where, if you need help you'll have to wait a while. But Ash was great, its just unfortunate that that moment ruined our entire experience.
I'm covered in bruises, literally from head to toe. We all are.
On Monday we all went on a walk together, again in Ingleton. That was a really good day. And yesterday we headed over to Southport to the theme park.
So today I'm pretty tired, and as usual, looking forward to weekend. But its good to be back in my own bed :)
On saturday afternoon we went go-karting, which as expected was excellent. Then we carried on to camp and unloaded, put tents up etc. I was a little perterbed at the discovery that on sunday myself and the younger folk were booked in to go caving. I have been once before but when I was much younger, it was ok but its not something I'm particularly keen on. So anyway, on sunday we set off pretty early as it was quite a drive to Ingleton where we were meeting Ash, the caving guy. Ingleton was a really cute little village. VERY hilly but unspoilt, not too touristy! Ash was quite a friendly, lively character, a typical instructor type. We drove up to the caves and got kitted out with wellies, overalls, helmets, battery packs and lamps. We split up into three groups; easy, medium, and 'turbo!' I went for the medium and played it safe, this was the group Ash was leading. Off we trundled across the hills and through various bogs. The battery packs were surprisingly heavy and awkward. That morning Ash took us down several caves, 5 or 6 I think, it was quite physically challenging but pretty good fun. It was quite a nice day so it wasn't excessively wet, which was good.
We all stopped for a well-needed lunch back at the minibus and Ash explained to us our choice of afternoon activities. We split into two groups this time and again Ash was heading up our group. We headed over some fields uphill to start at the top of the cave and come back down. Ash told us this cave started off very small and got larger as we went along. And he wasn't joking.. we crawled on our bellies for what seemed like forever. It must have been like, ten/fifteen minutes into it, and it had not got any bigger. At this point *Becky (who didn't want to go caving at all originally) started to panic. She ended up in tears and just wanted to get out, myself and her sister, Rachel were both trying to calm her down. Ash was at the back of the group, and because the cave was so small, he couldn't get to her. We carried on hoping the cave would open up soon, when Martin, who was at the front said he physically couldn't go any further. Ash still couldn't see us and was shouting that there was only one way to go. I was right behind Phil who also couldn't go any further, it was just too small. At this point I think everyone was quite scared, Becky was still panicking, which made everyone else panic. Ash managed to get round a few people so he was with Becky, who was behind me. He could see my feet and he started laughing, insanely, this made me quite anoid as I was pretty upset. So I started swearing (!) Ash tried to make light of it and said we'd gone the wrong way. We all had to edge backwards after the others had gone past. This was tough as the area was so skinny we were only able to manouver with our arms, I had to turn my head sideways to avoid my helmet getting stuck. Now I just wanted out of there too. I think everyone else did. But Ash did quite well to keep up the groups moral. The cave eventually opened up and we were able to crouch, which was a huge relief. Slowly the cave got bigger and bigger and we could walk. Then... incident number two occurred. I heard Phil shout to Ash at the front that Damian couldn't breath properly (*background info - Damian is Becky's boyfriend) it wasn't long before we could all hear him, breathing really fast and loudly. Its the most awful noise I've heard in a while. Becky, started panicking again (obviously) and Ash came to Damians aid. He dealt with the situation admirably and stayed perfectly calm. Calmed him down and gave him a shot of inhaler. Then he was fine. We carried on again and finally saw daylight. We were in there for 2 hours.
Its scary to think what could have happened. You're so deep underground and also in the middle of no-where, if you need help you'll have to wait a while. But Ash was great, its just unfortunate that that moment ruined our entire experience.
I'm covered in bruises, literally from head to toe. We all are.
On Monday we all went on a walk together, again in Ingleton. That was a really good day. And yesterday we headed over to Southport to the theme park.
So today I'm pretty tired, and as usual, looking forward to weekend. But its good to be back in my own bed :)
Friday, August 15, 2003
Yyyyyesssss!!! 24 minutes and I'm off for 12 days! WOO!! I pop by now and again though, in between having fun! :D Its time to paint! yey.
Thursday, August 14, 2003
Argh... so much to do tonight! I'll only have 40 minutes to get showered and ready for the meal I'm going on (assuming theres no traffic jams on the way home!) after the meal I'll have to go to the supermarket for the food I need to bring to work tomorrow (its tradition at this place to bring food in yourself for everyone else if its your birthday - dont ask me why?!?) as I'm off next week, PLUS Becky got her exam results today so I might get her a congrats card, although I'd really prefer to make one (I'll have have to check the time) Have to be ready for the pub at 8.30 as Damian and Graham are on the late shift and so Martin, Ryan and Becky wont go on their own. *stops for a breath* I'm SO disorganised - silly me. Oh yeah, I need to remember to take the menu for Bellavista for everyone to look at, I need to phone Mr. R to see what the hells happening on Sunday, and Damian and I need to pick songs again, sort the music out, tell Audrey and Betti...... wwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..............
Wednesday, August 13, 2003
My Dad REALLY knows how to wind me up.... this morning, out of the blue, he asked me if I thought Phil was right for me, he said he thinks I can do better and that our relationship isn't going anywhere! I told him to mind his own business, if Phil knew he'd said that he'd be so hurt, thats what irritates me the most. I dont need this at the moment. He thinks he knows it all, and he knows best. Thats the sort of talk thats the reason I haven't seen my brother for nine months, why doesn't he learn?
Monday, August 11, 2003
My eyes are stinging this morning :( I'm not sleeping. Let me tell you about my weekend...
On friday night we all went down to the local with the groom for a pre-wedding drink. It was quite a nice evening, we sat outside. Ady and Rach turned up (yey) good night.
Saturday was the wedding on what had to be the hottest day of the year so far! I felt so sorry for the groom, ushers etc in three piece suits! She looked beautiful and it was a great service (apart from the heat.) The reception was so-so, it was still hot so most people stood outside, the DJ was crap which was a shame. I took many random photos in my drunken state, it'll be interesting to see those!
On Sunday, Damian, Ryan and I led the worship, I used my own drums and Phil was doing the sound. He turned it up LOUD and it was brilliant.
Last night I drank Red Stripe :) Phil gave me a lift home and we were chatting. We got onto the subject of the wedding. Apparently Jabba got all emotional during his speech cause hes gonna miss his brother, I told Phil this and that I thought about my brothers and thought 'get a grip boy, you know, at least hes not dead or you haven't seen him for 9 months!' at which point Phil said he was really worried about me and thought I needed councelling! He reckons I haven't grieved properly, which I suppose, I haven't. I bottle things up mostly *thats why this blog is so good :)* so I've never really spoken about my feelings properly. When it happened, people came round to see my parents, I was just in the same room. They had each other to talk to, and I could have talked to them, but never have in fear of upsetting them. So here I am, 5 years later, and I still cant talk about it without crying. (I'm such a blubberer!) Its on my mind a lot lately because I'm nearly the same age he was when he died, theres something very wrong about that. This sounds stupid but I'm dreading the day, four days after my 23rd birthday. I'll be glad when that day is over.
But apart from all THAT, I had a good weekend :)
On friday night we all went down to the local with the groom for a pre-wedding drink. It was quite a nice evening, we sat outside. Ady and Rach turned up (yey) good night.
Saturday was the wedding on what had to be the hottest day of the year so far! I felt so sorry for the groom, ushers etc in three piece suits! She looked beautiful and it was a great service (apart from the heat.) The reception was so-so, it was still hot so most people stood outside, the DJ was crap which was a shame. I took many random photos in my drunken state, it'll be interesting to see those!
On Sunday, Damian, Ryan and I led the worship, I used my own drums and Phil was doing the sound. He turned it up LOUD and it was brilliant.
Last night I drank Red Stripe :) Phil gave me a lift home and we were chatting. We got onto the subject of the wedding. Apparently Jabba got all emotional during his speech cause hes gonna miss his brother, I told Phil this and that I thought about my brothers and thought 'get a grip boy, you know, at least hes not dead or you haven't seen him for 9 months!' at which point Phil said he was really worried about me and thought I needed councelling! He reckons I haven't grieved properly, which I suppose, I haven't. I bottle things up mostly *thats why this blog is so good :)* so I've never really spoken about my feelings properly. When it happened, people came round to see my parents, I was just in the same room. They had each other to talk to, and I could have talked to them, but never have in fear of upsetting them. So here I am, 5 years later, and I still cant talk about it without crying. (I'm such a blubberer!) Its on my mind a lot lately because I'm nearly the same age he was when he died, theres something very wrong about that. This sounds stupid but I'm dreading the day, four days after my 23rd birthday. I'll be glad when that day is over.
But apart from all THAT, I had a good weekend :)
Friday, August 08, 2003
Theres a HUGE tub of Cadburys Miniature Heroes sat right next to me. (www.miniheroes.co.uk) Its my bosses birthday today. I feel sick. :(
Thursday, August 07, 2003
HOORAH.... for retail therapy! I went shopping alone last night and spent up (WOO!) Four (yes four) tops, a luuurrrrvely necklace and some new shews! ahhh the joys of temporary materialistic satifaction (< see how I put three long words together?) And this weekend, I'm gonna take photies! :)
I've decided I like police horses, they're cute! clip, clop, clip, clop....
I've decided I like police horses, they're cute! clip, clop, clip, clop....
Wednesday, August 06, 2003
I feel like I'm living in a warzone at the moment. On monday night there was a huge fight between a gang of whites and asians just down the road from my house. There were police everywhere. Last night there was more trouble, a few police horses went down the street, riot vans all over the place! (Maybe its due to the abnormally hot weather!) I'm having flashbacks to the riots of 2001. Its crap. I so need to move out.
Monday, August 04, 2003
Sunday, August 03, 2003
So last I got got fucking mugged. (excuse my french) I was walking back from the pub with Phil, Damian and Ryan. These two guys followed us asking for money, we told them no but they kept on, they were being quite aggressive. We came to end of Phils street, we didnt want them to know where he lived so we stopped and attempted reasoning with them. Then one of the guys punched Phil in the face. I saw red and both me and Damian retaliated. Many punches and kicks were thrown by all preceding this. They threatened us with knives, the police were called and a Tactical Aid Unit (!) arrived after they'd gone of course. We're all a bit bruised this morning, I got myself an attractive black eye (gonna look good in work), but then, I gave him a bloody nose. Bastard. I cant stop thinking about it, why is world full of such idiots? I swore, a lot. It scares me to think what could have happened and I'm still shaking.
I'll never forget the dull noise of that first punch, flesh on flesh, and not just any flesh, Phils.
I'm SO anoid.
I'll never forget the dull noise of that first punch, flesh on flesh, and not just any flesh, Phils.
I'm SO anoid.
Friday, August 01, 2003
Party at Beckys tonight, woo! Ruth and Jess are due back in the early hours I think (this is only a guess) I did ask Ruth before she went but she had no clue! I just wen on the Manchester Airport website, but its only showing the next few hours of arrivals. I'll have to check it on good old teletext! The worst thing would be for them to arrive back while I'm in Ruths bed! hah! I think I'm gonna miss Betsy, I've grown quite fond of that cat... :(
This morning we've been talking about various things, including the quality of Bitter - what the point of vodka is - pizza/indian takeaways - chocolate, and other similar subjects! Its left me with quite a pizza hut craving, might have to sort that out sometime soon...
This morning we've been talking about various things, including the quality of Bitter - what the point of vodka is - pizza/indian takeaways - chocolate, and other similar subjects! Its left me with quite a pizza hut craving, might have to sort that out sometime soon...
