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... much. It was so painful I made nick come and rescue me with his
thongs he packed so I could walk. After our feet dip we went to the pier,
checked out the rides and had a fish and chip lunch. Then it was time to sunbake.
I was in my jeans and a thermal singlet lying on rocks and soaking up the sun
as I have gotten very pale. The girls we were with were also sunbaking trying
to get any bit of colour they could. Nick was making rock castles as was ...
... there, which meant that our New Year celebrations were
a bit tame. Despite the illnesses, we still saw a lot of the city and managed
to tour some of the underground streets that were built over in the
1800's, went to the Scottish museum, visited Greyfriars Kirk
and spent plenty of time just strolling the streets and taking in the
city. On the 30th December, although neither of us was all that well, we still
managed to participate in the torch lit ...
Seriously, never has a hulking mass of twisted metal been revered by so many people. Brighton's West Pier is the focal point for many things in the city... Ok, maybe not many. Some. The West Pier is the focal point for some things. Such as Paddle Round The Pier, where people build their own rafts and race around the crumbling structure whilst simultaneously trying not to drown. And slacklines. People with ...
... that I do, I really can't be bothered. Why should you decide how I should act and behave? Let me do me and you can do you. It goes for anyone, girls or boys. I am a good person, even though I make mistakes!
Sorry for the dramatic writing but this is a first for me. Feeling so complete, positive and confident in myself is something I have to write down and really remember. I can do whatever I want, because no one can tell me what to do and what not to do. And ...
And so, eventually we landed in Gatwick and stepped right into the 1960s. I had never been to Gatwick airport and so was previously unaware of the existence of a time portal which forced the main terminal to stay in 1965. After our virtually perfect European train experiences, our train into London was delayed for half an hour due to a signal failure north of Croydon, which was of little surprise to someone used to the British rail network. ...