Oh my, what an eventful weekend it's been.
We set out on Thursday to Sheffield for the Buble concert. Eight hours on a coach is not fun, let me tell you. We got one service stop, and it was literally twenty minutes before we reached Sheffield. Pointless, yes? Still, we got to Sheffield in one piece (which is amazing, because the build up was intense).
To explain, my friend was meant to be driving, but his appendix ruptured on Sunday night and he got rushed into hospital. Between visiting him, panicking about whether he was ok and booking a last minute megabus, it was nice to get away!
But back to the story. We got to Sheffield and the concert was that night. And it was amazing. Truly amazing. He sang Billie Jean, and yes, there was crotch grabbing. What an awesome man. I met a boy there, too. It was a random chain of events. We were in the wrong seats, so I ended up sat next to him (and his mum) and he only got the tickets off Ebay two days before. He came out with me on the Friday night which was nice.
So, after Buble, we went back to the Travel Lodge and watched the alternate election. Gordon Brown, man, I didn't realise how bad his conversational skills were til I saw the whole "that's a big shop, what a nice age, nice to meet you, yeah" thing was repeated about twenty six times. Election results by the way, not very pleasing.
That's off topic. We went out into Sheffield on Friday, where it was really sunny and nice. When we went back to the lodge to have dinner, there was a male and female hockey team staying. They were all dressed as Wally (as in 'Where's Wally?'). It was the fucking weirdest thing I've ever seen. There was actually about 30 of them. I tried to take a sneaky picture, but it totally didn't happen. We went out to a bar after that and stumbled back in at half one, only to be woken by the fire alarm an hour later. Didn't get back to bed til quarter past three.
We were exhausted getting back to Glasgow yesterday. We left at half twelve and got in at quarter past nine. It was so worth it though.
I'll put the pictures in a spoiler for everyone who got this far and can't be arsed to go further.
Hope everyone else had as lush a weekend as me
x
We set out on Thursday to Sheffield for the Buble concert. Eight hours on a coach is not fun, let me tell you. We got one service stop, and it was literally twenty minutes before we reached Sheffield. Pointless, yes? Still, we got to Sheffield in one piece (which is amazing, because the build up was intense).
To explain, my friend was meant to be driving, but his appendix ruptured on Sunday night and he got rushed into hospital. Between visiting him, panicking about whether he was ok and booking a last minute megabus, it was nice to get away!
But back to the story. We got to Sheffield and the concert was that night. And it was amazing. Truly amazing. He sang Billie Jean, and yes, there was crotch grabbing. What an awesome man. I met a boy there, too. It was a random chain of events. We were in the wrong seats, so I ended up sat next to him (and his mum) and he only got the tickets off Ebay two days before. He came out with me on the Friday night which was nice.
So, after Buble, we went back to the Travel Lodge and watched the alternate election. Gordon Brown, man, I didn't realise how bad his conversational skills were til I saw the whole "that's a big shop, what a nice age, nice to meet you, yeah" thing was repeated about twenty six times. Election results by the way, not very pleasing.
That's off topic. We went out into Sheffield on Friday, where it was really sunny and nice. When we went back to the lodge to have dinner, there was a male and female hockey team staying. They were all dressed as Wally (as in 'Where's Wally?'). It was the fucking weirdest thing I've ever seen. There was actually about 30 of them. I tried to take a sneaky picture, but it totally didn't happen. We went out to a bar after that and stumbled back in at half one, only to be woken by the fire alarm an hour later. Didn't get back to bed til quarter past three.
We were exhausted getting back to Glasgow yesterday. We left at half twelve and got in at quarter past nine. It was so worth it though.
I'll put the pictures in a spoiler for everyone who got this far and can't be arsed to go further.
Hope everyone else had as lush a weekend as me
x
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yeah, a bit crap.
next two weekends'll more than make up for it, mind.