Today is dedicated to the coach journeys.
Well whenever I go on a road trip or to Thorpe park there is normally action. At Thorpe Park you can pretty much guarantee that I will soil myself from either shitting myself before going on the rides or mainly chucking up on upside down rides. On road trips you can know something was going to happen. And it did
Well my mum and dad went away from a few days and cause I hate flying I said I'm not going. I stayed at a friend of the families in Pyrford and we went for a trip to Thorpe park. Now I did warn them I am prone to sickness but they insisted on going on the new saw ride first. I was bricking it and got on and thought what is this. Other than the big drop after the vertical climb its pretty poor. Short. Not particularly quick. Not worth the wait at all. It was so poor I wasn't even ill afterwards. Next we went to collosus. I ride I saw never to go on again after I was sick on it and closed it for the rest of the day last year. Once again I was ill afterwards but kept myself and my clothes clean. I took a long break before going on stealth. I was dizzy and sick and didn't go on any more rides until the end of the day. I wasn't sick. I was ill. I felt pretty bad if I was honest but I was grateful for my clean clothes.
Now for my road trip. I had been looking forward to going to Man City for weeks and the time had come. My mood was dampened at being woken up at 5 o clock. We got on the coach and it was funny as hell. It passed quickly and we were buzzing. We got to the ground and the pitch was ruined already. Just passed an inspection and with my trusty air horn and dodgy flag the barmy army were going. Them stupid clappers were getting on my nerves but I kept calm until we started losing. In the end the girls lost 2-1. Emma scored a wonder goal the other team should have had there goalkeeper sent off. This is a rant. I am not being sexist but if the keeper comes out to foul a played who has gone round her its a red card. The ref knew nobody was coming back and didn't send the keeper off because they are girls. The ref was influenced by that. If that had been me or any other keeper I would have just walked off the pitch and not waited for the ref to get his red card out. It was an absolute disgrace. If the ref genuinely got it wrong he is an stupid brainless fool. The thing is he didn't and he bottled it big time. Would have made much difference. Probably not but it was still an absolute disgrace.
The journey home was far more quiet. I moved next to Langy and as far as decisions go that was a bad one. I was right at the front near teachers so it was a bit boring but that was the least of my worries. We stopped off at the services and I came back without my bag. Everyone waited while I searched for my bag only to get back to the coach and find I didn't take it out. Typical. Langy then began to breath heavy and struggle so I said don't die Langy but I really should have seen the inevitable. He then began to shuffle in his seat and breath even heavier. Then that awful sound of sick splatting and my belt wouldn't come off! I frantically tried to get it off but it just wouldn't come out. Mercifully it came out and I leapt to the front of the coach. Save and clean. He missed me and my bag. Well that is my Bank holiday.
I am now becoming world famous. My match report is on the cobham website and I have ventured into the program. I have well and truly gone global.
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