mission and a half

It was strange seeing the world in a weekend. Since Thursday I have spent a hell of a lot of time travelling, partying and watching movies. Sound like a relaxing weekend? Oh God you couldn't be more wrong! I was subjected to twelve hours of Superman. Forgive me, but I have never really been a superhero fan, and twelve hours seems a bit much. I see all men as though they are wearing tights and weigh 225lbs. Well i suppose that was maybe a bonus with the whole thing!

Ok, so Thursday I was in Manchester, Moss side to be specific. Not much to tell to be honest, but if there was, I either don't remember due to heavy party spirit, or it got stolen.

Friday I was the proud owner of the world record for the longest lie in ever, (discounting students). Finally got up at 3.30pm and travelled straight back to Stoke. I was home for two hours and was abducted by a blast from the past in a white rover metro, otherwise known as Alastair. We journeyed up to Keele for no reason other than, 'It has a Burger King!' Whilst in Keele, we were invited to go see an old friend in Warrington who i hadn't seen for a fair while, so how could i turn it down?

You can probably imagine the look on my face. A combernation of travel sickness and pure exaustion, on the motorway at 9.30am Saturday. But still, you know me, partay partay partay!

For this part, campers, you will need to not inform he NSPCC of any information that may be leaked, have an open mind, an ability to easily keep track, a glow in th dark vest and a gun that goes ACTIVE ACTIVE.

We went and picked David up from his house and headed for the cinema to find out showing times. On arrival we discovered that we were all starving and two of us were in dire need of a hangover cure in the form of erm... alcohol. So we went in hunt of food and found Laser Quest. It seemed a fair trade at the time so we did it. Lets go. Although i was the only one of the three of us that had never been before i felt i had a slight advantage as im a shorty and could hide more easily in between the walls and behind the five year olds dotted around the place. Long story short, i was wrong and have never felt so much anger towards small children in my life, (and i want to be a teacher!) Severe case of having a lack of the three things i need to stay alive.

So we finished up and left for a cigarette, a drink and food. Killing one bird on the way back to the car, we were hoping to kill the other two by heading for Chicago Rock. Upon purchasing our drinks, we found out that we couldn't wait the 40minutes for our food, so me and Dave had alcohol for breakfast (Al doesn't drink, he's bright.). Anyways, we walked back to the car with 15mins to get to the cinema. Plenty of time...wait. Tilt's been clamped!!! Alastair went to the cash point to get the relaese fee. Louise and Dave?... Pub radar activated. And there's a story in its self. One for another time though. Lets just say a lesbian that would have found it easier to play it as a straight man, served Dave at the bar, as she had done a couple of weeks previously. (Eww!)

The clamping man let us go, which i was shocked about as i thought he looked like he was about to announce a mutany. So he hobbled away with his wooden leg and we drove away, ashamed and late for our movie. Getting to the cinema to ask for a refund or time change on the tickets, Alastair had left them in the pub. Sigh, grunt, deep breaths. So he goes, cant find them and we are luckily remembered by the cinema cashier. We have a personal escort ;) to our seats. (Told you i was a princess!) Anyway, the film was shit, I fell asleep and spilt my drink on my shoes. :(

So we went back to Dave's, ate sandwiches and they got me started on the worst twelve hours of my life. Superman 1, minute's leg stretch, Superman 2, minute's leg stretch, Superman 3, act 1, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, Superman 3, act 2, pee break, Superman 4, surreal feeling that my world isn't the real world and that Dave and Alastair are under dressed due to shortage of tights and cape. Not funny at all. Its one of those moments when you don't realise your falling until you taste the carpet.

Actually, all in all, it wasn't a bad weekend. Most interesting one I've had since my memory loss in the middle of Birmingham.

Love you all lots and hundreds, but i still feel like a pikey without a caravan. :(
i'm stayin home for a week. Except when i go on my date with the Dali Llama on Thursday. ;) I think im in there.