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 :)
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