A Good Day

After a long time of nothing happening, I finally have some stuff to write about. Went to see Man Utd vs Reading at Old Trafford today. The result (1-1) was not very pleasing but it was still a good day out. Travelling there, was flawless. Hopped on the train, then the metro link, queued for tickets and got a burger all with very little or no wait which was fantastic. The return journey was not as pleasant though. We had to wait until the third tram before we could get on and then it took us to a different station than it said it would. So we got on another one that would take us to Piccadilly. However, at Piccadilly Gardens it suddenly stopped. No signs of movement for about 20 minutes. After this long, people started getting pissed off so someone used the emergency door release and we all escaped, much to the bemusement of the driver who started shouting that he had phoned the police.

We walked to Piccadilly station from there. As we were getting to the platform, a black guy jumped in front of me out of nowhere and shouted "Ticket!". I'm quite ashamed about this but my first reaction was a scream because I thought I was being mugged. After quickly calming myself realising my mistake, I fumbled in my pockets for the ticket but he just told me to go. Clearly he gets his giggles terrorising white boys. On the train back, the black guy across from me had his ring tone as the theme tune from 'The Fresh Prince of Bel Air' which was just fantastic.

I also had to negotiate the other night. At 3AM in the bastarding morning on Thursday, I was woken up by the front door buzzer for our flat. I got up and looked out the kitchen window but couldn't see anybody so, disgruntled, I went back to bed. Just as I lie down someone starts knocking on the actual door to our flat. I ignore it thinking it's just someone pissing about. After 10 seconds of more knocking, I stagger to the door, open it and am confronted with two very drunk girls. I managed to say something like "Whatthefuckdoyouwant?". Turns out they wanted to stay the night because they couldn't be bothered to get a taxi. I tell them a straight 'no' and go to to shut the door. They stop me and say that I have to let them because they "lived here last year". I understandably point out that this is not a good reasoning. If I'd been more awake I'd have probably used an analogy but instead stared at them confused for 5 seconds (without blinking) and reply with another simple 'no'. The talking bint who was asking all the questions then asked whether it was a boy or a girl who lived in each room, laughing wildly at whatever answer I gave. Easiest comedy gig ever. I told them I'd only answer if they promised to go away after, which they agreed. I was pretty pissed off.

To sum this up, I wish to point out the growing number of Cheemos (Chinese-Emos) I've been seeing recently. They haven't done anything yet, but you can bet your last wok I'll tell you if they do.