Radio Phil is depresisng. Observe:
Me: “Stop eating your stapler.”
Christine: “…..ok.”
Me: “Yeah, you better be sorry!”
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And also, in my interview with Kaspa, I couldn’t be bothered explaining who Christine was, so I just called her a “random person”. ………..
Anyway, that’s all in the past now. Oh, so far in the past….however, my trip to Germany, which was almost three months ago, fails to leave my disturbing flashbacks, so I’ve figured that the best recovery method will be to tell you exactly what I did there. Prepare yourself. It’s rather shocking.
Chapter 1 - Bristol
As you proboblay don’t remember, I got up, wrote some stupid blog post about backwards Hikki music, then left in the car for Cardiff train station. I didn’t want to to go Germany. It had nothing to do with me. And 10 days was an extremely long time to miss out of the summer holidays, and I also missed the final week of Big Brother. That pissed me off. Joining us (me, and my mother) on our amazing journey was a green Jaguar bag, in which I would carry small, easy to access stuff, such as magazines, water, jackets etc. Then there was a small blue suitcase which contained the camcorder. And there was a big blue suitcase. (I hope your getting all this down?)
Anyway, the trip to Bristol was predictable and boring. Plus, the bags were stupidly oversized, which didn’t bode well for the stupid amount of walking that was inevitablely going to happen on this trip.
Bristol was the same as always - slightly vertical. Bristol airport was the same as always - an airport. To keep me sane, I got Top Gear magazine, becasue it was only £3.90, and was extremely thick.
The wait at the airport was a time for deep mental thought. Well, that’s the glamorous name for “boredom”. A girl left her tamagotchi behind when her flight was called up, and we couldn’t exactly go to Prague to tell her, so my mum kept it in her bag. It was pink.
Then the flight came…
Cahpter 2 - The Flight
EasyJet. Ah, EasyJet. Walking accross the runway, we got a sight of the plane that would act as our European taxi fot the next 2 hours.
Later on…
Great. Were sat in front of a confusd mother with a screaming child. After getting flicked with whatever was in the child’s bottle at the time, we were ready to go. That is, after the pilot asked them via speaker to sit the child down in the seat, otherwise it would be unsafe. Wow.
Clouds are prettiful. EasyJet merchandise isn’t. It’s all orange and overpriced. O+O, if you will.
Then we landed in dull Hamburg, at about 6pm local time. The adventure had begun…
To be continued…
Other Stuff
- Five US and Five Life. HAHAHAHAHAHAAH! Please, shoot me.
- Fifth Gear is….shit.
- PlayStation 3’s US launch - same date as UK launch of DCFFVII, and Casino Royale…November 17th. God’s day. If he existed. Which he doesn’t. As I noted down in RE today, in answer to the question - “Is there a God?”
Video Of The Day: The Wait Is Over (The PS3 has Obelisk-like glory to it….)
