Where did you park? Africa?

Yesterday, I went to town with four lovely ladies, called Laura, Alex, Lauren and Emma. Poor Emma, who had already had quite an ordeal that day including a broken-down train and a missed passport appointment, had to wait around in Newcastle for about two hours, while Lauren drove the rest of us around, looking for a suitable parking space. "Where did you park? Africa?" was Emma's response to this.



After town, we were stuck for things to do. Five girls, one car, limited amounts of petrol and money, there was only one option left for us... camping. (Dun dun dun!) While Lauren swore blind that it was only 5 pound a tent, the campsite warden heartily disagreed. So, after searching every nook and cranny, to find the odd 10 pences and coppers, that would build our pathetic amount of money up to 15 whole pounds, we (and by "we" I mean Alex and Lauren) set up the tent and broke out 2 of the 49p disposable BBQs, that Emma had bought from her place of work and second home, T J Huges. They took AGES to light. We didn't have matches. Only lighters. We had lots of food though, just no BBQ tools to cook it with... we resorted to using the sticks from the kebabs, which made no difference anyway because most of the food still turned into coal. Nice.



Anyway, I started this particular blog because I wanted to talk about a matter that has bugged me from a young age; sharks.



Now I understand that no one wants to befriend a great white and that yes, they do tend to kill people. But people come on, if you were in the wild and had to kill to eat, you would do it too. They don't even eat humans anyway! They go for us because they think we're seals and when they bite us and realise that we're not, most of them just mosey on. I really think that sharks are so misunderstood, it makes me sad. AND what about sharks that don't even eat meat? Like basking sharks? All they do is float around with their mouth open catching plankton. I wish I was a basking shark, what a life. Even though they are nearly extinct.



I want to put pictures on here but I don't know how. I just rang Daniel (who described my blog as "Twilight heavy", hence the lack of Twilight mentions... until now) but he is a busy little bee. So, when he gets back and can tell me what to do, I shall add pictures from last night and maybe a wee basking shark or 2.



Meanwhile, I shall continue to watch season 4 of Sex and the City. Where Carrie is back with Aidan but Big is ringing her, Charlotte is quitting the gallery, Samantha is sleeping with the guy with too much pubic hair who stole her cab. and Miranda? Miranda is lying naked on her bathroom floor in pain, only for Aidan to come rescue her, much to her disapproval. I would like to mention that the episode previous, was the one where Carrie repeats "you have to forgive me!" about a million times in her doorway. Come on Carrie, get a grip.



Goodnight x