Today went better than expected. My day at Wimbledon had already been good but getting to meet the world number one Caroline Wozniacki was extra special. And then she asked me whether I could show her around London I couldn’t believe it! Fortunately I know London quite well and took her to see all the sights and some of the perhaps less famous London landmarks. We were getting on really well and she seemed such a lovely person. We shared a few jokes and got on like we had know each other for years. But it was still a huge shock when the world’s highest earning sports woman turned round in the middle of Covent Garden Market and kissed me on the lips. It was a quick kiss but I immediately knew that I had somehow managed to embark in a relationship with a renowned sports star. I knew it was going to be difficult but in that instant I became happier than I have been in a long time.
And then I woke up and returned to reality. That was a cruel thing for my brain to spring on me. I’m sure there are all sorts of psychological explanations about such a dream but it could just mean that I’ve watched too much of this year’s Wimbledon and quite fancy some of the female players. I was surprised by the beauty of the dream though, it was like something from a particularly well-executed rom-com and wasn’t at all dirty in it’s content. I should probably write about something that actually happened now shouldn’t I?
It began rather oddly as I went to meet my friend Chris but he text me and asked me to meet him at his house instead of the usual place. This was because he was battling against a shoelace that had broken and a hornet which had somehow entered into his bedroom. Said hornet was well and truly splattered with a rolled up magazine, resulting in it being in several pieces. According to Chris’ brother the hornet’s legs were still moving sometime later which is a horrifying thought. It is perhaps a zombie hornet or even the hornet equivalent of Captain Jack Harkness (see Doctor Who and Torchwood for that reference).
After this minor adventure we made the twenty minute walk into town ready to get the bus…only to discover that Chris has left his debit card at home. This of course meant we had to walk for an extra forty minutes to get back to his house and then back into town again. Parts of my brain are beginning to link the sight of Chris with long and shouldn’t-be-necessary walks after this and the whole pedal incident t’other day. Eventually though we did get on the bus and met our the third member of our little trio, Mike. Poor guy had had to wait for us for quite some time, bless him.
After a lovely Subway lunch (footlong Subway Melt on Hearty Italian Bread for those interested), we went to a phone shop as Chris wanted to purchase a new phone. Why is it that staff in phone shops can’t leave you to browse? Chris was taken off to a salesperson’s desk before he could say “but I don’t want an HTC Wildfire”. The salesman was determined that Chris would purchase said phone and Chris did. Whilst me and Mike waiting for Chris, the remaining salespeople in the shop seemed to decided that we must be interested in buying something as well. Phone shop salespeople are similar to vultures with carcasses when it comes to customers.
Highlight of the day I think has to be playing the Nascar racing game in the arcade. You can play with up to four players so myself, Chris and Mike all sat in a chair along a line and raced each other and the CPU cars. With my driving many a car ends up crashing spectacularly, including me on several occasions. Chris is the only one of the three of us who has actually passed his driving test and he cam last in two out of three races. This could mean he is a terrible driver or that he’s just slow. I’m not entirely sure which.
The day pretty much ended at the beach. Chris attempted to work his new phone whilst Mike played with a toy soldier he had found. It blows ones mine to think that he is very nearly nineteen years old, at time he has a mental age of five, though don’t we all?
We then took out a leaf out of The Inbetweener’s book (UK comedy show, people) and went on a “pussy patrol”. Said patrol is supposed to be scouting out the attractive girls of the area and seeing as though we were on a beach on a day where the temperature was reasonably warm. We found perhaps a handful of attractive girls of similar age to us but our chances of pulling are very low. But hey, it was entertaining and a proper teenage boy-type moment and we don’t get much opportunity to do such things together very often what with uni and everything.
All in all it was a pretty good day. Hopefully I am now coming to the end of the period of writer’s block I am going through and shall start producing more good blog posts again. There will be more action from our trio several times this week as well as me moving into my new house, the latest part of the “Personal Preference” video series and the long awaited (well there hasn’t been one for a while) next post about my own Blogs of Note. Plus it’s nearly the end of the month so there’ll be some more Into Geek awards soon too! Watch this space for all this exciting stuff! And please vote on the right hand side of this page too. I shall now leave for the day. Goodnight!