Ok so, the setting. It was a dark and gloomy night, and all was quiet. Nah I lie, it was a beautiful day in Bournemouth, birds be chirpin and kids be playing harmonicas. I boarded my coach to Heathrow and off I went into the abyss. I got there far too early because as my girlfriend had randomly decided to fly with an Icelandic airline...AN ICELANDIC AIRLINE?! Why? Iceland just cause far too many problems. With their arrogant volcanoes that just decide to erupt in my face when I need to catch a plane and their woeful economic status, seriously their currency is called the Krona which last time I checked was a rather refreshing beer. The staff at this airline must be unhappy by being paid in lager so they decided to strike meaning that her flight was LAAATE by a good couple of hours. It's fine though I just sat in the terminal dressed as a pilot and pretending to write a suicide note, the looks on the passengers faces was priceless, ever so funny but I guess you kinda had to be there.
|Spent a good hour on the beach before I got my coach|
So I waited and waited some more, then with my crushed and ever so rapidly dying bouqet of roses in hand she appeared. But huzzah a new issue! We'd missed our coach and would have to pay £82 to get the next one. But me being as awesome as I am managed to use the old Honour charm and persuaded the ticket lady to give us 2 free tickets, yes I know I'm a hero...think maybe she was a fan of this blog. So thank you Mrs Goggins, you get a very rare mention on the blog, something that my many other fans lust for day and night. Got home, went to bed and prepared for the next day..by sleeping. I awoke from thy slumber in a daze. For it was not an ordinary day, twas the day of the Summer Ball with another 7,000 set to be in attendance!
So thats the first part of what's been going on through this blog drought. Heres a montage of the ball so you can see what it was like. Check out Hadouken!