This is quite embarrassing, but nevertheless I’ll write about it anyway. Yesterday, I almost drowned. I’ve never learned to swim properly, so as a result I can manage about one length of a pool with some sort of cross breed swimming stroke that I taught myself. Yesterday, being another glorious summer’s day, we decided that the beach was again in order. The tide was out this time and what appeared to be not far from the shoreline was a little island of sand poking up from the water, playing host to many joyful faces. The sea deepened slowly, and after walking quite far out it eventually hit my chin which is when I started to swim, thinking that it wouldn’t get much deeper, and if it did it wouldn’t be for long. After swimming for about five minutes I started to tire and attempted to reach the bottom with my feet; no such luck. So I proceeded with my pathetic attempt of a decent stroke, and after a few more minutes started to get really knackered. I tried again for the bottom, and again I was greeted with a mouthful of salty water. I looked around and I had only just passed the half way line, which was when I realised that I was literally way out of my depth. I kept trying for land but I was so knackered by this point that I was struggling to keep myself afloat, let alone make any progress. After what felt like an eternity someone eventually swam over with a rubber ring and guided me back to land, where I spent a good fifteen minutes catching my breath. I then stood up, chucked up a load of sea water and could only laugh about what had just happened. Good times. After returning home that evening, I realised that I had also left my keys on the beach, to add insult to injury.
Today I got another set of keys cut which set me back £40, and during the drive home my iPod decided to give up, and now I have to have it on permanent clamp down for it to work:
Luckily it lives in the glove compartment, connected to the radio, so I don’t have to walk around with a wrench in my pocket all day. Also, for my phone to take that photo, the back cover that’s not supposed to come out has to be popped out of it’s clips so that the camera can focus. While we’re on the subject, my car is extremely overdue for a service, the tax ran out 3 days ago and there’s a bulge in one of the tyres. I can’t really afford to get any of this fixed at the moment because my job axed my hours and I’m now only doing one or two days a week and I’m £260 out of pocket from booking my mate’s flights to Amsterdam, who haven’t payed me back yet.
On a brighter note, today I payed one last visit to my pathetic excuse of a college where I was pleased to hear that before moderation, all my work has been marked as straight distinctions. Bournemouth Uni here I come! To celebrate, (I know it’s unorthodox!) here’s a mid week (ish) BH’sBanger straight from Paget’s Facebook news feed:
Also, I’ve updated the ‘blog roll’ on the sidebar and replaced a dead blog with Max Tomlinson’s strangely named “The Girls Are Turning Kinky” Haven’t seen this boy in a while but he posts some good shit, so keep an eye out.