Urgent message!!

Okay my friends, it has happened, this week I go to write my blog post and it says that I have run out of imaginary memory on the computer thingy internet space (not accurate name), therefore I cannot upload my thrilling and gripping tale to the inter web. This week, I will not fill your hearts with joy or your minds with happiness, instead, you will have to wait a couple more days, I promise it will not be long.

Thinking of you always/Never/Sometimes - Delete as applicable.

Will :)

Come on the mighty Gills!

Yes, this blog post is quite late I guess, but am I really working to a schedule? I have had a kick-ass week, including a great birthday and an awesome trip to Gillingham to be a hooligan for a day...

Let's go!

Song of the week - The day I died - Just Jack

I'll skip quite alot of the week because majority is unimportant.

Wednesday - Emotion and Andy Macnab 

Today quite a few sixth forms from Kent took a trip to Margate for a talk, film, and message that most of us will remember forever, it was about driving, the power and the responsibility that it holds. We were shown a film about four teenagers on a road trip, 2 girls and 2 boys, split into two relationships, their car crashes from a dangerous overtake and all the passengers are killed, the driver is taken to jail and that alone is unbelievably tough to watch but every few scenes a person would come out and give a talk on their experiences with the message of 'You have a licence to drive not a licence to kill', the people talking included two paramedics, a firefighter, two police officers, a lady who had lost her daughter in a traffic collision, a man who had killed a young woman in a road collision and a boy who was severely disabled from a collision. As you can imagine, pretty tough. This was shown by the fact that on the coach journey up and before the film and talks, everyone was in high spirits, talking loudly and larking around, on the way back, everyone was silent.

The afternoon came, with everyone feeling slightly better, an author was coming into our school, a very well known one too, people were excited, the anonymous author Andy Macnab was coming into our school, a guy who's identification has to be hidden for safety reasons was coming into our school to talk to us. The conversations around the school at lunch time went like this:

Boys 'Oh my God, I can't believe Andy Macnab is coming in, I bet he brings in guns, I can't wait'

Girls 'Who's Andy Macnab?'

Andy did not disappoint, he was funny, exciting and an all round great guy. He did not accept my marriage proposal.

Thursday and Saturday

Thursday happened. It was my birthday, my friend Teddy and family came round for dinner, and it was a pretty good day, especially because of a certain someone at school who will remain nameless but I think they read my blog. Sometimes. The first picture is of a Caterpillar cake which was pretty damn good. 

Saturday was one of the best days since the last time I said it which wasn't too long ago. My friends Arthur, Teddy and I trecked up to Gillingham to see them play the not so mighty Morecambe. We got up there 2 and a half hours before the game because I was super organised and thought there was more to Gillingham. Not to worry, we bought the tickets (making sure to sit in the rough chantey stand to ensure maximum football experience), met a couple of the players and ate lunch in Macdonalds. We then got biscuits and more sweets than a sweet shop for the actual game. An hour before the game and my friend Arthur says 'Shall we go get our seats and soak up the atmosphere of the pre-match hype', the atmosphere that we got was a near empty stadium with the only seats filled being us a girl, 3 boys and a Dad in our stand, safe to say it was going to get pretty tasty. 20 minutes before the game was due to kick off and it got packed, the end we were sitting in for home supporters behind one of the goals was near enough full up, the away supporters had 18, I could literally count each individual with their sad looking flag. The game got underway and Gillingham scored, we all went crazy until Morecambe came back, 1-1, the game got closer and closer to ending a draw, Gillingham fans around us got more and more frustrated, with chants such as 'Gillingham, Gillingham, Gillingham...etc.' becoming chants such as 'Northern wan*ers'. This anger was shown when a Morecambe player went down half a yard from the tiny barrier separating the fans from the pitch, all fans in the stand we were in were standing up, shouting abuse at the referee and the player himself, some were trying to get in his face, I kind of felt sorry for the guy. Gillingham finally scored a last minute goal in extra time to make it 2-1 and the final whistle went to sound of 15,000 Gillingham fans chanting 'We are top of the league said we are top of the league'. I left the stadium buzzing but with a sore throat, Teddy told me that I was being so loud but it was all good because so was he.

Good day

Until next time

Will :)

So what happened this week?

I have found a problem with this blog...I can't remember what I have done this week, like at all, it's slowly coming back to me but with little importance. So I will focus on yesterday, Saturday, 10th November.

Song of the week - The les Clochards - Sledgehammer - purely because I saw them street performing in       Edinburgh, they are hilarious, I have a photo of them on my 'Project 365'.

Saturday - Lost in London

Before I start, let me take you back to Friday, I was talking to my dad and he suggested I go up to London to see the 'Lord Mayor's Parade', it was pretty good, yeah, expert review from Will there. After following some directions that my Dad had written down on a piece of paper as to where to stand, I found myself walking towards some police officers to ask for their photograph, I only did this because I would never see them again and I don't think they can arrest me for it...Which is why I'm now writing this from inside a prison cell.

Only kidding nan, I took a couple of photos of them and then walked off towards where I guessed the parade would come past. I stood next to the wrong person. The really wrong person. He is pictured in photo 9, he blew his whistle at everything, was heckling everyone and seemed insistent on talking to everyone around him. As soon as I pressed the shutter button over his head I knew it was a mystake, he turns, sees that my camera is bigger than his and says 'That's a bloody big camera', seeing that everyone is looking at myself and the grown up problem child I reply, 'Yeah, I'll do you a trade?', it takes a second for me to realise what I've said as I look at his tiny digital camera and theres a small moment where I think he's taken me serious, nope, all good, he turns round to a woman in a n army uniform and shouts 'I like a girl in uniform', saved by the military.

If you are looking at my photos and thinking 'why has Will taken two pictures of the same policeman, well it's because I haven't been able to take photos of people under their noses without other people noticing so I guess I took the oppertunity.

Before leaving London in the afternoon, I took a chance to go into the British library, I heard that there were some pretty historically cool stuff in there. I was right. In a darkened room there was original scribbling from the Beatles, copies of bibles, Handel's 'And the glory of the lord' on scruffy manuscript paper and Jane Eyre notes. But. What they will not tell you is that in the room with a copy of the Magna carta, do not press the buttons with the intresting questions written on them. Picture this, silent room, everyone in awe of the history in that very space, the scripture laying there delicately, silence of utter attention, I spot a selection of interactive questions saying such things as 'Why is the Magna Carter so hard to read?', I press the said button thinking that it would be text displayed and I could read it like an intellectual and then silently nod so my piers could see I had taken the information in and we were at the same intellectual level. No. Instead, the answer came blaring out of a loudspeaker in the corner of the room 'THE MAGNA CARTER IS SO HARD TO READ BECAUSE MONKS IN MEDEIVAL TIMES...', everyone turns to see a very red faced Will, but whats more, I couldn't walk away and pretend it was somebody else because it was quite a small room, I had to stand there, nod at the relayed information, furthermore the lady who was loudly answering my question said 'If you would like to magnify the Magna Carter there is an interactive computer in the opposite corner of this room...', oh no, I am not falling for that one again, in case it blares out some industrial heavy metal music while I read.


Until next week

Will :)

Halloween and half-term

Listening to music is one of the only activities that uses 100% of your brain. - In that case, this blog will be done using 0% of my brain...

Song of this week - Jake Bugg - Two fingers

How's it going? This week has been one of the busiest and most fun half terms in my schooling education, nope, that didn't make sense. I've seen fireworks, halloween masks and a reflection of myself dancing which made me question my dignity for the 10000000th time.

Last Saturday

I spent last Saturday in Folkestone, in the town of all my dreams, if all my dreams were about a town which has really lost its shine, a town which if a bomb hit it, it would probably be an improvement. But it has charm...Well when I say charm I mean that it has my Nan and my best friend living there, apart from that its pretty grim.

Monday - The day of the crying lady

I have grown up in this part of Kent since the age of four, when we first moved here, instead of sending me to school on the first day, my parents took me to Dover castle, the key to England, with nearly 1000 years of history, although apparently this 1000 years of history isn't enough for visitors (me included) because English Heritage have recently put in lots of hands on things and spent quite alot of money making the place look slightly more realistic...Because that matters to general man from Dover in his tracksuit accompanied by rot viler and prison tag. Not to stereotype. The first photo was taken at Dover castle when I was curious to see what I'd look like with a shield in a battle, by the looks of it, I look pretty pathetic and if I was standing against Sauron in Lord of the rings, he would have broken me in half. My mum and I were standing in the great hall, which almost lives up to the name 'Great', I'd have given it the name 'adequate hall' so that expectations aren't smashed as soon as the 'great hall' turns out to be a broom cupboard with a little table. But I digress, the hall is pretty majestic, hence the last photo of the obviously fake crown jewels and a woman is standing opposite my mum and I, she was crying, in public, in front of people...So they could see her, I then realised that she was trying to talk to my mum and I, saying 'I just feel so emotional in this room', I guess my mum and I naturally ignore attention seekers who have watched too much 'Most haunted'.

Tuesday - The day of the pumpkins

Today, my friends Laura and Teddy came round and we carved pumpkins, it wasn't planned but after 2 hours of guitar hero, Teddy and I were pretty bored, the photos are above, including the moment where Laura got pretty annoyed with the way her pumpkin looked so decided to stab all the knives we were using into them, something tells me I wont be getting on the wrong side of her..., also the moment when we didnt have any candles so held the pumpkins up to my light to see what they'd look like.

Wednesday - Just dance, but not like that

This was the day that I woke up, realised my friends were coming round, Teddy and Arthur turned up and we played Xbox all morning, our particular favourite game was essentially just where we had to beat each other up, yeah, we're teenagers...easily amused, slightly damaged teenagers. In the evening, I had been invited...(probably invited myself) to a dinner that my parents were going to, Karen, the lady who's dinner it was actually reads my blog, I think, so Karen, kudos on the dinner, pretty damn good. Afterwards, I schooled her daughter on the nintendo wii and a game called 'Just dance', by 'schooling' her daughter, I mean I lost, really badly, one day I will get a rematch and win...

Thursday - Time to stick two fingers up to cancer

I woke up today realising that it was November, the first day of it infact and that 'Movember' had started. If you don't know what Movember is, it is where men grow mustaches to raise money and awareness of male cancers. I ask that you join me in my quest to grow a monstrosity on my face and donate to my 'Movember' page. The link is just below this. Please give what you can, anything will be appreciated.

http://uk.movember.com/mospace/4519301

Friday - Fireworks and Derren Brown

Today Laura and Teddy came over because they have a habit of living at my house, Teddy and Laura weren't in the mood to go and play a gig just up my road, and none of us were keen to pay £5 to watch some fireworks so we found an alternative - stay indoors, play guitar hero, watch television, eat pizza and relax. It came to 7 o'clock and I was just standing in the garden getting some air when a man with a megaphone suddenly blared out 'Are you ready Deal? The button will be pressed in 10 minutes and the fireworks will be launched', I ran inside grabbed coats, Teddy and Laura and we stood outside, while our faces lit up, who knew applying heat to different metals combined with gunpowder would be so beautiful? (The Chinese). I lived so close to the place that the fireworks were being launched from that there was no need to pay money, it was a lovely night.

Until next week

Will :)