Monday, 30 May 2016

An Interesting Rollerskating Experience...

The other day I went rollerskating with a friend. It wasn't the best experience I've ever had, I have to admit. 

Before my friend and I ventured off to the local park, my friend had asked me whether I could skate or not. Me being me said I can thinking roller skating would be EASY. I have roller skated with friends once before and that went all right aside from the bit when I tripped over a little kid. 

We got to the park and my friend gave me rather big, inline skates. I tried to put my skates on looking like a pro, but I think I failed to do so when I hopped around all over the place and held onto a tree for fear that I would end up flat on my bum. With the skates on, my friend and I headed to the concrete path in the park. My friend went ahead like a true pro on the skates. I, however, struggled to even walk to the path in them let alone actually skate in them. 'Come on!' my friend said to me. I said 'Ok! I'm just getting used to these skates! I'm not used to inline skates!'. I then realized that I couldn't skate as I put one foot on the path and nearly went flying forward. There was no getting out of it now though. I tried my best to skate but I only went falling over on my bum. I retreated back to the safety of the grass as my friend started to skate on. I held on to a bench for dear life. My friend turned round, looked at me and came over to the bench. 'What are you doing?' she asked. Me, making things a whole lot worse for myself said 'I'm just warming up'. 'By holding onto a bench?' she asked in reply. 'Yeah, I like to hold on to something whilst I warm up' I said almost convincingly. 'Ok that's enough warming up now' She said and I did a nervous laugh and said 'Ok' as I let go of the bench. 

My friend went skating ahead on the path and I went onto the path but fell forward as I couldn't work out how on earth to actually skate properly. I tried again. And again. But I fell over onto my knees. My friend was way ahead now, skating round the path without me. 'Oh great' I thought. I then walked on the grass again and sat down. I then tried to skate back to the entrance of the park but I fell over about 10 times, each time landing in the soil and dirt. I also then realized that I had fallen into some poo on the grass and that it was all over my hand and my nice new jeans. My nice new jeans! 'Great!' I thought. 'Just great!' I then saw that there was a little kid just stood next to me, giggling and pointing at me, ridiculing me as I fell over again as I tried to get to the entrance of the park. I was on my knees now, crawling across the muddy grass as the kid laughed at the sight of a teenager who couldn't skate crawling on their knees, covered in mud. I felt a bit humiliated, I have to admit, and I don't like being humiliated. My friend then skated over to me and asked what the hell I was doing. I then said said that I was trying to skate. 

She then said to me 'You can't skate! Why did you say you could when I asked you earlier? You've just wasted my time'. I then replied, as I tried to wipe the poo off my hand with a leaf, 'because I thought I could skate. I thought it would be easy. I'm sorry! It's quite funny isn't it really? Did you see me falling over? That kid over there found it hilarious. It was quite hilarious.' My friend wasn't laughing though. She just looked embarrassed to be with me. I carried on talking. 'It's just these inline skates' I said 'I prefer the 4 wheel ones'. I don't quite know why I said this, probably because I wanted to prove that I wasn't actually a complete fail at skating. My friend then gave me her 4 wheel skates. I put them on and had a go at skating with them. I tried but nearly fell over again. At this point I was just laughing at myself. I then realized I was slowly going backwards down the concrete slope, as cars were trying to come up the slope. 'Oh %$*!' I thought and dived to the safety of the grass. My friend looked at me with a smile, this time trying not to laugh. 'You really are a numpty' she said. 'A numpty who can't skate!' I replied. 'You are really rubbish at skating' she said. 'Ok! ok! I know that now!' feeling a bit degraded but nevertheless still laughing at the whole thing. 

I now realize that I'm certainly no pro at rollerskating and I don't think my friend will want to go rollerskating with me again. 

Blog again soon! ;)

Friday, 1 April 2016

The Attack of the Seagulls- Why you should never eat a subway meal in a park

Angry Seagull, courtesy of Pixabay

It was a nice, sunny midday and me and my brother had decided to go and walk to subway, get a six inch sub meal and then eat it in the local park for lunch.

It was all going very well indeed. We had got our subway meals without any fuss whatsoever (one time we didn't have the right amount of money and the staff behind the counter was absolutely furious with us) and we had walked out of subway very happy. We found a nice bench in the local park and began to eat our subways which were very tasty indeed (mmm BBQ sauce) as we sat, talked and peacefully watched people walk through the park. 

Then, out of nowhere it seemed, a little, rather cute looking seagull waddled along the grass to stand next to the bench me and my brother just so happened to be sat on enjoying our lunch. My brother noticed the seagull and said 'ah look at him' as the seagull did little walks back and forth. I knew this seagull was only here to get his beak on some of our food so I ignored him. Then, just as I had finished my subway sandwhich and was about to start on the cookie, whilst sipping my drink, a few more seagulls came into view and started hovering menacingly over the bench. My brother hadn't even finished his sandwhich yet (he's a slow eater) and he was just trying to enjoy it whilst a few more seagulls hovered, eyeing up his sandwich like the target of the year. 

Next thing I know, the bench and the area around it had become a war zone. About 10 or more seagulls had surrounded us and every single one of them were chirping madly and still eyed my brother's sandwhich. They flew madly over our heads in a gang, whilst the first little seagull, who I presumed initiated 'operation get the sandwhich' stayed next to the bench, giving us the evils as his hench men tried to nick our lunch. I then found myself shouting to my brother 'quickly eat your sandwhich' over the raging noise of the seagulls. He then shouted 'I'm trying!'. Just then, a seagull had swooped down, just missing my brother's sandwhich. I then shouted with dramatic effect 'RUN!!!!'. We started running as the seagulls crowded in on the bench or flew after us, only to realise that we had left the cookies on the bench  which were inches away from the seagulls' beaks. I then shouted 'GET THE COOKIES!' as my brother, who was nearer the bench tried to quickly save them from the gang of seagulls. He managed to quickly get them and we continued to run up the path shouting our heads off. 

Whilst running, I looked up and saw the seagulls flying after me and my brother. They were violently angry and by the sounds and looks of it, extremely hungry. I then looked behind me, only to see my brother, who was still holding onto his subway sandwhich for dear life, the cookies in his other hand. My brother was surrounded by seagulls now, and they flew inches away from his head. My brother shouted in shock, as he tried to outrun the seagulls. Quite frankly, my brother looked like he would **** himself. I decided to keep running for my life up the tarmac path, leaving my brother behind to almost tackle the seagulls. I shouted back at him 'come on! Quick!' as I realised some of the seagulls were giving up. My brother and I were making quite an exhibition but I kept on running, shouting and at this point laughing hysterically. 

Me and my brother retreated to a grassy area at the side of the park where we realised that we had escaped the wild torments of most of the violent seagulls. A few were still left, hovering behind us in a last chance to take our cookies as my brother had finally finished his sandwhich in the rush to safety, his hands covered in BBQ sauce which had gone everywhere. We then realised that the seagulls could still fly after us and we didn't want to risk going back to the bench, so we continued to walk briskly home, looking back as we did in fear that the seagulls had flown up to us again. 

It was a very hilarious moment and perhaps a very horrifyingly dramatic one too! Never again will me and my brother eat our subway meal on the bench of the local park although my brother did later admit that he had fed the small seagull a bit of his sandwhich (he will never do a stupid thing like that again). Anyway, I must say it was a very exhilarating and funny experience I will probably never forget. 

Writing again soon,

Thursday, 24 December 2015


Christmas. A time associated with joy. A time to laugh and have fun with friends and family. The most peaceful time of the year. Christmas isn't just a season but a state of mind. 

I am currently staying at my Nan's house with my family. It's nice to be with family especially when you haven't seen them in a while. My cousins and Auntie came round Christmas Eve and they're coming round again in, I think, half an hour for lunch. It's Boxing Day. Why is it even called Boxing Day? Yesterday,  we opened the presents and had the Christmas dinner with the pigs in blankets (my favourite bit of the meal) and the roast turkey which was actually very nice and moist.

 We thanked Nan for dinner and then she nagged us to 'finish off the sausages' or 'have another potato'. We even had a Christmas pudding which we lit and watched the bright, blue flames surround the pudding. Christmas pudding, admittedly, isn't one of my favourite puddings but it wasn't that bad. My sibling, however, had a bowel of ice cream instead. We pulled the crackers which set the dog barking like a crazy lunatic of an animal and then we retired after dinner to the lounge where we watched BBC one very comfortably on the sofa. 

Every year we pretty much do the same thing. Christmas is a time of joy for many but I understand that not everyone gets the same privalages at Christmas time. Some people are fighting wars, some people are alone, some people are in dangerous countries without food or shelter. Christmas is a time of general well being in the world but Christmas does not stop war and hunger. It merely makes people think about others and try to help others. After all, it is the time of giving. 

There is the very well-known example of the British and German troops, stopping war on Christmas to come together. They realised that Christmas is a time of peace and that the opposition was just like them. They didn't want to fight either. So they had a rather jolly game of football. I'm not quite sure who won... But of course that's not the important thing here... The important thing is that they came together in joy on Christmas. I know many people absolutely hate Christmas. I was talking to a Scrooge the other day. They didn't see the point in Christmas. I mainly think of Christmas as a time to be joyful with friends and family. 

What do you think of Christmas? I would be interested to hear your opinion so feel free to leave a comment. 

Friday, 18 December 2015

A rant on the music in the charts

I do like my music but I don't like any of the current music in the charts. I don't like generic repetitive music. I don't like generic repetive music. Sorry did I just repeat that? I really don't like any of these trashy pop songs. Justin Bieber, Drake and Nicki Minage really don't do it for me... It's all music about sex, girls and big bums in the charts. What happened to meaningful songs with beautifully written lyrics about peace and the state of the world?

I'm a teenager but I don't like the music in the charts. At school, most of my classmates play songs they like. Or at least songs they THINK they like due to radio1 and trying to fit in with everybody else and seem 'cool' and 'up to date'. But is this music really 'cool'? I don't think so. We all have our opinions and some people actually like the music in the charts but I think the charts is stuffed full with bad songs and artists who are only making music to get their hands on a load of cash and not because they love and enjoy making music for the people of the world. 

Why aren't there more bands who make good quality music for the pure joy of it in the charts? In the 80s many of the songs in the charts actually sounded quite good. I have listened to a few and most of them, despite the obvious lack of musical tech, are better than the current songs in the charts. Are there any stand out bands in today's music? Not that I know of. There is no great, iconic band like the Beatles. SOME music in the charts is actually ok. But this can only account for no more than 5% of it. 

My point is that I think today's music in the charts is meaningless and I wonder how on earth it got in the charts and how some other, much better songs haven't. Are people buying these songs because they want to seem cool or something? It's probably because they actually like the music, I know, but I don't get why you would want to listen to the music in the charts rather than better, greater songs outside the charts... Maybe I'm overreacting here. But I would rather express this opinion in a blog post rather than leave it, wanting to be heard inside my head. Many people do agree with me. Perhaps I just have better taste in music. 

Tell me what you think in the comments. I would love to hear your opinion! 
But for now, I have finished my rant and I will write again soon, 

Saturday, 17 October 2015


Autumn. The crisp honey-coloured leaves tucked against the side of the pavement. The way the trees stay standing proud even though they are naked. The warm mug of latte filled with hope and comfort. The fall of old habits and the beginning of the new and unexpected.

For me, Autumn is about being on the verge of change or a new season. Winter is coming with it's harsh weather and shorter days but before you have Winter, you have Autumn. The last season before things change into frost. The season where you can reflect before you move on into the harsher days. 

Autumn is when things fall into something new; something undiscovered. It's a time of life where things are evolving. A time of harvest, when food is fuller and the apples ripe. Perhaps it's a time of melancholia when the many possibilities of Summer have gone and instead Winter is stood waiting. The skies may turn gray and so may our thoughts but we can still look forward to things changing because things can always change for the better. 

I'm one of those people who have to overthink things and find metaphors in pretty much everything. I think the Autumn trees or trees in general are a metaphor for life and the cycles that come with life. Trees have branches coming off of them, perhaps symbolizing all the events and moments and feelings that come with life. And then you have the leaves on those branches which, in Autumn, fall into the unknown. These leaves are the old habits and the past. When they have fallen, the new starts to grow upon the branches and the changes in life have been and the new time of Winter has begun. 
Perhaps you could think of Autumn as a melancholy time but then it is also a time to move on. 

Autumn. Young faces with flushed cheeks, leaves so colorful they become flowers.  Strolls through the park surrounded by the many trees and their knowing glances that Autumn is here and that it's going to be fine.

Writing again soon.

Sunday, 4 October 2015

If life was a play, who would I play?

I'm feeling philosophical right now. It's very odd indeed. I keep thinking about deep questions. Questions that keep rotating around my mind never getting answered. I was just thinking about the question in the title and I thought why not write about it?
It is quite a random question and at the same time I think of it as quite a comedic one. I studied a Shakespeare play at school a few months ago and it got me thinking about life as a play. The characters in Shakespeare's plays all have roles and characteristics that determine the plays outcome and scenes. Without the characters... there would be no play. Just an empty stage.

So my point is here that the characters all have a role to make the play a play. For example, Lago from Othello was the villain who caused all the disruptions in the play and ultimately caused the death of others (all because he was jealous).  Then, another example is Mercutio, from Romeo and Juliet, who was the jokey one- the one who liked a good laugh and a bit of fun... but then died sticking up for his buddy Romeo. Was his role just to be the jokey one we all liked but died to cause us to feel frustration? Well maybe. Because that's how Shakespeare wanted things to turn out.

So maybe IF life WAS a play then we might all be scripted into a book with certain lines and actions based on our original character. For example, if there was a play about my group of friends, there would be the childish one, the serious one, the loud mouthed one, the kind one, the awkward one, the tomboy one and the moody one because I am just picking the main characteristic from each person. (I am obviously the kind one) . What sort of character do you think you would be if you were in a play? (comment below- it's just a bit of fun to discuss this topic).

So now your probably thinking who would I be? The jokey one? The evil one? The hero/heroine? The peacemaker? The idiot lover? Thinking about it, I don't think we all have one distinct character. We have layers. None of us know who we're MEANT to be in life. We just are who we are and we could change or develop another side to our character. We're not written as characters in a play. I was just wondering if life was a play, who I would play...

So let's make it clear...I don't think life is a play (maybe you do... I would be interested to know). I just don't think life is mere entertainment like a play. I just guess it's interesting to think about life as a play with many different characters, scenes and moments that create one big story.

I hope this post made you think philosophically! 
Blogging again soon,


Monday, 14 September 2015


The other day I went to the cinema with a friend. I hadn't been to the cinema for ages. Last time I went, I saw 'The Love Punch' starring Emma Thompson and Piers Brosman. It was an interesting romcom with a bit of action (well.. nearly falling off a cliff and a jewel heist in the mix). Me and my friend happened to be the only teenager in the cinema at the time. It was quite hilarious.  

But! The other day I saw not a nice, happy romcom but a rather scary action film. This film was the Maze Runner 2. 
I am not exaggerating when I say it was really well and truly scary. Because it was. In my opinion anyway. My friend asked me if I wanted to see it with her a few days before we went and I said I would, of course. I saw the first one with my friend at her place a month ago or something and it was really good and a lot less scary than the second one. 

Me and my friend got to the cinema, brought a tonne of sweets and a fizzy drink each then went into the cinema- settling down in our seats and stuff. Like I said, I hadn't been in a cinema for ages so I was not really used to the darkness of the room and the seats and the cup holder and the massive screen and everything. My friend was absolutely buzzing next to me- she was extremely excited and so was I because I was at the cinema on a school night for goodness sakes. 

The film then started. It was really good. Right from the start you see the main character having to run for his life. As the film went on it got more and more exciting and more action packed. In one part of the film there were these really scary looking zombie people and that really freaked me out. Somebody behind me was kicking my seat as well so that just added to the horrible scared feeling inside me. Then the main character had to absolutely run for his life again some more. My friend was on the edge of her seat. I was trying not to look at the screen because it was freaking me out so much. At one part I jumped so bad. Being in a dark cinema which has a massive screen makes the film more real and in my case, a lot more exciting and scary. 

About 3/4 of the way through the film, my bum started to get seriously numb and I sort of tried to shift in my seat a bit to make the numbness come off but all I achieved was dropping my sweets on the floor. Great.

So the film was actually really good. It was a real good 'action in nearly every minute of the film' sort of film. But then again I do prefer the first maze runner film. 

Just because I feel like it I will recommend 3 films I really enjoyed and recommend:

Edge of tomorrow- a kick-ass action film. 
Run fat boy run- a laugh out loud comedy. 
Gravity- a suspenseful film set in space (clues in the name). 

I hope you enjoyed this post. 
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