Generic title, generic times. I've been having fun lately. The first bit of the fun starts where we left off last time, at the much anticipated science museum trip. It was awesome, even though they wouldn't let us into launch pad, and forbade me access to the double good grain mover. Apparently only under fourteens can access that stuff, which is stupid because they deserve it the least. I did, however, make an excursion to 'The Future'. The future, apparently, has a plethora of overhead projectors. In fact they're not even all over head. Basically, it would seem that the sun burnt out and humanity was saved at the last minute by a ridiculous excess of projectors, which bathe the entire globe in a multicoloured, interactive ambience. It's like a featureless, creepy utopia populated entirely by sleek grey tables where the only activity going is voting on issues. Maybe they're waiting until there's a unanimous decision, but currently (or rather, eventually) inhabit a kind of indecisive purgatory where nobody can agree on whether we want helpful house robots or manbirth. Man birth is wrong because it is weird enough for the weirdness to have ethical implications. The house robot thing was a little biased. Most people ended up saying 'No', after playing a game in which you are a baby avoiding deadly automatons designed to stop you from having fun. It literally tells you the amount of 'Broken Ankles' you've received (future people have more than two) and then asks you to vote on whether you want to fill your future home with unmanned, child snatching drones.
It was pretty hard to keep everyone together, which was convenient for some people who seemed to get lost together, just the two of them, an uncanny amount. There was a plenitude of 'banter' (as you young people call it), followed by an abundance of Nandos, which was not only delicious, but also yummy.
On Sunday, me Andy Lovell and David Glover all went to 4Woodford, (The '4' stands for 'for', so it's like a cool word play) in which we partook in some good actual worship and stuff, then spent most of the evening in muffled church-hysteria when we thought that the praying lady said 'Transformers, we pray.' and 'parrot organisations.' We were particularly giggly during a prayer about people-trafficking, and the taboo of this only served to further fuel the fire of our predicament. After we left, the silliness culminated in the form of David Glover chasing me with a bike that had its front tyre saturated in Andy Lovell's urine. He got me a little bit, but I think it was mostly gone by then.
I'm going to stop now, because for me personally, nothing can top that.
It was pretty hard to keep everyone together, which was convenient for some people who seemed to get lost together, just the two of them, an uncanny amount. There was a plenitude of 'banter' (as you young people call it), followed by an abundance of Nandos, which was not only delicious, but also yummy.
On Sunday, me Andy Lovell and David Glover all went to 4Woodford, (The '4' stands for 'for', so it's like a cool word play) in which we partook in some good actual worship and stuff, then spent most of the evening in muffled church-hysteria when we thought that the praying lady said 'Transformers, we pray.' and 'parrot organisations.' We were particularly giggly during a prayer about people-trafficking, and the taboo of this only served to further fuel the fire of our predicament. After we left, the silliness culminated in the form of David Glover chasing me with a bike that had its front tyre saturated in Andy Lovell's urine. He got me a little bit, but I think it was mostly gone by then.
I'm going to stop now, because for me personally, nothing can top that.
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