The Old Man And The Sea
Quote of the moment:
"3 minutes and 23 seconds."
That was the time for my slightly altered version of "The Project" - no VK or Smirnoff Red, so Smirnoff Black, plus out of Strongbow -> both pints being Carling instead. Still, I did it in under 3 and a half minutes quite easily, with asides to the guys who were videoing me on their mobiles. That makes me think the slightly addled rowing guy meant 4 minutes average and Lewis managed 1 and a half. Hmmm. If not, I'm A) disappointed and B) well under the record. Oh, and C) reasonably well hammered. I didn't chunder afterwards either, although I did have to burp repeatedly to alleviate the intense pressure on my stomach.
I went a slightly different way home to K3, resulting in me waiting for them oustide their door. Rhodri got in, but Steve and "Little James" (as supposed to "Big James", who's on a Scouts and Guides camping weekend trying desperately to pull) were stuck outside while I waited by their door. After about half an hour of them circling the building and me dodging the view of the security patrols by hiding in the stairwell, they tried to get in and I jumped in behind them. This was after me tackling Steve and pinning him to the ground oustide (while my flatmate +friends walked past, returning from the same bar/club we'd been in. Lol. He then ran into the kitchen and grabbed a fork, which he proceeded to try and stab me in the arm with. Cue large graze. Ouch.
He then grabbed a rather sharp cooking knife, which, despite my swaying posture, I removed with a swipe of the K3 flat broom, followed by a twist of the wrist. Honestly. They though I was drunk! Anyway, I ended up going home with his knife, his fork and the K3 broom, which are all in my room at the moment. I would have given them back but Steve refused to say goodnight from within his locked door, unlike the other two (Rhodri and Little James). The other two occupants weren't present, due to scouting, as explained, and going back to Caerphilly for the weekend.
I'm old, and Cardiff's on the coast. You can hear the seagulls when you wake up in the morning. Hence the title. Sigh.
"3 minutes and 23 seconds."
That was the time for my slightly altered version of "The Project" - no VK or Smirnoff Red, so Smirnoff Black, plus out of Strongbow -> both pints being Carling instead. Still, I did it in under 3 and a half minutes quite easily, with asides to the guys who were videoing me on their mobiles. That makes me think the slightly addled rowing guy meant 4 minutes average and Lewis managed 1 and a half. Hmmm. If not, I'm A) disappointed and B) well under the record. Oh, and C) reasonably well hammered. I didn't chunder afterwards either, although I did have to burp repeatedly to alleviate the intense pressure on my stomach.
I went a slightly different way home to K3, resulting in me waiting for them oustide their door. Rhodri got in, but Steve and "Little James" (as supposed to "Big James", who's on a Scouts and Guides camping weekend trying desperately to pull) were stuck outside while I waited by their door. After about half an hour of them circling the building and me dodging the view of the security patrols by hiding in the stairwell, they tried to get in and I jumped in behind them. This was after me tackling Steve and pinning him to the ground oustide (while my flatmate +friends walked past, returning from the same bar/club we'd been in. Lol. He then ran into the kitchen and grabbed a fork, which he proceeded to try and stab me in the arm with. Cue large graze. Ouch.
He then grabbed a rather sharp cooking knife, which, despite my swaying posture, I removed with a swipe of the K3 flat broom, followed by a twist of the wrist. Honestly. They though I was drunk! Anyway, I ended up going home with his knife, his fork and the K3 broom, which are all in my room at the moment. I would have given them back but Steve refused to say goodnight from within his locked door, unlike the other two (Rhodri and Little James). The other two occupants weren't present, due to scouting, as explained, and going back to Caerphilly for the weekend.
I'm old, and Cardiff's on the coast. You can hear the seagulls when you wake up in the morning. Hence the title. Sigh.
3 comments:
hehe. Sorry I have to laugh. Don't sigh :P At least you're not the furthest possible point from the sea, like me. Besides, adults are just teenagers who've learnt to hide it better. Once again, happy birthday (}) get on msn.
why isnt my comment showing :S
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"HAHAHA. I pissed myself when I read your post:P" - Prill
Bet you did. Hope you were wearing rubber undies.
I have no objection to the sea, it was just a more interesting title than my recent efforts. I quite like the gulls. They seem to scare off pigeons, because there are very few of those compared to, say London.
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