Oh what a rainy day, I'm glad I spent it with three other people.....
Blog Backlog Bonanza - Thursday 16th June 2005
By Wednesday I had been cured of my awful 'hangover of doom' and was well enough to play 2 hours of football complete with the added activity of 'Running'.
On Thursday I headed to the seaside as that's what I thought students do when they have finished their exams. The weather forecast predicted rain in the morning turning to sunny spells. The reality was more along the lines of; no rain in the morning, thick fog on the way to Bude and rain once we arrived.
While walking up Bude high street I made an 'unconfirmed' Angus Deayton sighting. There was a film crew shooting for a new comedy program and one of the actors looked very like old Angus although an Angus with long bleached blonde hair. Trying to look like a 'surfer dude' at his age would have had him expelled from ‘Have I Got News For You’ with out the need for a hooker! So if you happen to see in the TV listings a new comedy with Mr Deayton then watch it as it may contain the first ever television appearance of Nurton. You will be able to recognise me as the short fellow in the overtly large bright red rain jacket being followed by three lovely ladies up the left hand side of Bude high street. Wow, I almost feel famous.
Once we had walked around to the beach on the other side of Bude and discovered that it was also raining there we found what appeared to be the only pub. (Do surfers not drink???). Many caffeinated beverages later and an interesting lunch of "Lasagne with Garlic Bread or Cheese" (I chose "or cheese"), we decided that as the drizzle had stopped we would venture outside and have a proper look at the sea.
There were a surprisingly high number of nutters in the less that calm sea. Also it seems that the Cornish education authorities consider 'storm conditions' as an ideal time to run a surf class for the under 5's. That's 200 screaming children, one (very large) screaming wind, lots of very large breaking waves, one big sea (the Atlantic) and 3 helpless instructors armed only with little whistles. I guess the advantage of working with such large numbers of anonymous children is that attrition statistics don't sound nearly as bad in the end of day report. Consider:
"Lost a maximum of 3 out of 200 in large wave"
compared to...
"We lost little Johnny while my attention was distracted by the other 2 children who stole my whistle".
I insisted that we climb down from our cliff view point so that I could go and "touch the sea", something in my youth that my Mother (as a sea deprived landlocked Swiss) had educated me to do at every opportunity. I accidentally stepped into a large puddle of sea water while walking across the beach and decided that would do so we headed back to the car. I took a photo on my phone which should have appeared at this point but unfortunately the whole Phone --> Bluetooth --> Bluetooth dongle --> Computer is not working so you'll have to just imagine our windswept mugs on a less than paradisiacal sandy beach.
The next day I overheard Becky commenting that on the way home from Bude everybody was so knackered that they fell asleep in the car. I pointed out that due to the fact that we all returned back to Exeter with all our limbs still connected to the correct general areas of our torsos that the assertion that we were all asleep was most likely false.
In the evening I went out for a very posh meal with Caroline, Kat and her sister Jo in one of Exeter’s more overdraft challenging restaurants, Zest. The food as per the company was lovely and I took the opportunity to share a bottle of non-alcoholic wine in an attempt to re-educate my stomach. Then we went onto Brass were I had a pint of non-alcohol Grolsch, which also seemed to go down fine. The only disappointment of the night was that when I took the opportunity to interrogate Jo about any potential embarrassing childhood stories concerning her little sister she didn’t have any. Not one. What kind of older sibling is that, who doesn’t spill the beans to your friends? A rubbish one!
By Wednesday I had been cured of my awful 'hangover of doom' and was well enough to play 2 hours of football complete with the added activity of 'Running'.
On Thursday I headed to the seaside as that's what I thought students do when they have finished their exams. The weather forecast predicted rain in the morning turning to sunny spells. The reality was more along the lines of; no rain in the morning, thick fog on the way to Bude and rain once we arrived.
While walking up Bude high street I made an 'unconfirmed' Angus Deayton sighting. There was a film crew shooting for a new comedy program and one of the actors looked very like old Angus although an Angus with long bleached blonde hair. Trying to look like a 'surfer dude' at his age would have had him expelled from ‘Have I Got News For You’ with out the need for a hooker! So if you happen to see in the TV listings a new comedy with Mr Deayton then watch it as it may contain the first ever television appearance of Nurton. You will be able to recognise me as the short fellow in the overtly large bright red rain jacket being followed by three lovely ladies up the left hand side of Bude high street. Wow, I almost feel famous.
Once we had walked around to the beach on the other side of Bude and discovered that it was also raining there we found what appeared to be the only pub. (Do surfers not drink???). Many caffeinated beverages later and an interesting lunch of "Lasagne with Garlic Bread or Cheese" (I chose "or cheese"), we decided that as the drizzle had stopped we would venture outside and have a proper look at the sea.
There were a surprisingly high number of nutters in the less that calm sea. Also it seems that the Cornish education authorities consider 'storm conditions' as an ideal time to run a surf class for the under 5's. That's 200 screaming children, one (very large) screaming wind, lots of very large breaking waves, one big sea (the Atlantic) and 3 helpless instructors armed only with little whistles. I guess the advantage of working with such large numbers of anonymous children is that attrition statistics don't sound nearly as bad in the end of day report. Consider:
"Lost a maximum of 3 out of 200 in large wave"
compared to...
"We lost little Johnny while my attention was distracted by the other 2 children who stole my whistle".
I insisted that we climb down from our cliff view point so that I could go and "touch the sea", something in my youth that my Mother (as a sea deprived landlocked Swiss) had educated me to do at every opportunity. I accidentally stepped into a large puddle of sea water while walking across the beach and decided that would do so we headed back to the car. I took a photo on my phone which should have appeared at this point but unfortunately the whole Phone --> Bluetooth --> Bluetooth dongle --> Computer is not working so you'll have to just imagine our windswept mugs on a less than paradisiacal sandy beach.
The next day I overheard Becky commenting that on the way home from Bude everybody was so knackered that they fell asleep in the car. I pointed out that due to the fact that we all returned back to Exeter with all our limbs still connected to the correct general areas of our torsos that the assertion that we were all asleep was most likely false.
In the evening I went out for a very posh meal with Caroline, Kat and her sister Jo in one of Exeter’s more overdraft challenging restaurants, Zest. The food as per the company was lovely and I took the opportunity to share a bottle of non-alcoholic wine in an attempt to re-educate my stomach. Then we went onto Brass were I had a pint of non-alcohol Grolsch, which also seemed to go down fine. The only disappointment of the night was that when I took the opportunity to interrogate Jo about any potential embarrassing childhood stories concerning her little sister she didn’t have any. Not one. What kind of older sibling is that, who doesn’t spill the beans to your friends? A rubbish one!
posted by Nurton at 9:38 am
2 Comments:
What kind of older sibling is that, who doesn’t spill the beans to your friends? A rubbish one!
Ahhh, how very true. Time to have a flick through some of my old photo albums and fire up the scanner methinks...
dammit, why wasnt there any surf last weekend when i went? Trying to surf 1ft waves gets boring quite quickly... but at least it was sunny!
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