Super Sefton Park Fun Times!
The day started with so much promise... then I opened my eyes. Today was supposed to be beach day, but one blurry glance towards the window showed nothing blue. It was overcast, and so was the big plan. Several hours, and several hours of bored internet searching for something interesting to pass the time later, I was in conversation with Rhiannon, and I was posed the question 'what do you think we should do?'. Well... I simply changed one word in the original plan, and it became feasible again. I decided at that point that I had officially become a genius. Then I burnt my lunch. So I was brought back down to earth. The basis of my idea was to change the word 'beach' with the word 'field', and it paid instant dividends. So contact was made with several people, Khristian decided on Sefton Park, and the journey begun. I was to meet Lloyd at the bus station, and we were to rather aimlessly attempt to get to where Lorna was waiting for us.
On the bus, we had no clue whatsoever where we were. Passing several buildings I recognised, I thought 'right, this is no problem. I know where I am', but then those buildings disappeared. Not completely, as if there was some dark magic afoot, just they were left in our forwardly enhancing wake. I figured I'd send Lorna a text message to get a landmark to look for. It worked... not much. We missed the stop completely, with some random guy having to tell us that this was where we needed to get off. We believed the random, and jumped from the bus like it was about to explode. It didn't. We walked over to this house with some people whom I vaguely recognise from previous drunken nights, and stood with them until Lorna arrived.
Walking... It's a necessity that is akin to having exercise, but without you actually knowing it, with the added bonus of a change of scenery every now and again, but today it had become my enemy, with me nursing a couple of injuries from yesterday's return from retirement from football. And boy was there a lot of walking. It seemed like an absolute age before we got to the centre of the park, where there was a café, with both ice cream and drinks on offer. A veritable banquet. There we waited for Khristian to arrive. He did. But nobody else did. It ended up being me, Lorna, Lloyd and Khristian. We weren't to be defeated however, and spotted some pool tables inside the café. In we went, and proceeded to acquire the pool tools. Never has hitting a ball with a stick been more fun! Except when Khristian was doing his level best to distract me with quite possibly the gayest dance in history. It was after this that he and Lloyd decided that they needed to go to the toilet. Together. In the bushes. They left Lorna and I to speculate as to what they were doing. We both took it upon ourselves to text them, to inform them of our suspicions. In the distance, we saw them through the window, gingerly stepping out of the bushes. Lloyd was out first, but Khristian took a while longer. It turns out he got one of his many stringy belt things caught on a bush, and was trying to untangle himself.
It was fast approaching the café's closing time, so we finished off our pool game and pepsis (I know, hardcore much?) and headed for the exit. We had a less long walk back, as we discovered there was a bus stop much nearer than where we got off, and proceeded to wait for the bus. It was inevitably delayed, and it led to Lloyd spotting some yellow poster in someones bedroom, in a house behind the bus stop, and me looking relatively clueless as to what it was. Further delay ensued, but if we hadn't been delayed, we'd have missed the best moment possibly ever seen by anyone ever. A scally kid on a push bike had cruised past us, trying to look like he was stronger than he was, and trying to show off, had tried too hard, and ended up crashing into a wheelie bin. From where we were, there was a loud clatter, and a bike wheel flung into the air. We laughed continually, pretty much until the bus came, then laughed a little more on the bus. This is where Lloyd and I left Lorna, as she only lived down the road. Once we were on the bus, we overheard some guy talking about the recent heat wave, and heard this wonderful paraphrase: "It was so hot I was sweating my pubes off!". I almost fell off my seat due to the mirth. Back at the bus station, we went our separate ways, and I headed to Asda to buy some tortilla wraps and meat. Not quite the highlight of the day.
On the bus, we had no clue whatsoever where we were. Passing several buildings I recognised, I thought 'right, this is no problem. I know where I am', but then those buildings disappeared. Not completely, as if there was some dark magic afoot, just they were left in our forwardly enhancing wake. I figured I'd send Lorna a text message to get a landmark to look for. It worked... not much. We missed the stop completely, with some random guy having to tell us that this was where we needed to get off. We believed the random, and jumped from the bus like it was about to explode. It didn't. We walked over to this house with some people whom I vaguely recognise from previous drunken nights, and stood with them until Lorna arrived.
Walking... It's a necessity that is akin to having exercise, but without you actually knowing it, with the added bonus of a change of scenery every now and again, but today it had become my enemy, with me nursing a couple of injuries from yesterday's return from retirement from football. And boy was there a lot of walking. It seemed like an absolute age before we got to the centre of the park, where there was a café, with both ice cream and drinks on offer. A veritable banquet. There we waited for Khristian to arrive. He did. But nobody else did. It ended up being me, Lorna, Lloyd and Khristian. We weren't to be defeated however, and spotted some pool tables inside the café. In we went, and proceeded to acquire the pool tools. Never has hitting a ball with a stick been more fun! Except when Khristian was doing his level best to distract me with quite possibly the gayest dance in history. It was after this that he and Lloyd decided that they needed to go to the toilet. Together. In the bushes. They left Lorna and I to speculate as to what they were doing. We both took it upon ourselves to text them, to inform them of our suspicions. In the distance, we saw them through the window, gingerly stepping out of the bushes. Lloyd was out first, but Khristian took a while longer. It turns out he got one of his many stringy belt things caught on a bush, and was trying to untangle himself.
It was fast approaching the café's closing time, so we finished off our pool game and pepsis (I know, hardcore much?) and headed for the exit. We had a less long walk back, as we discovered there was a bus stop much nearer than where we got off, and proceeded to wait for the bus. It was inevitably delayed, and it led to Lloyd spotting some yellow poster in someones bedroom, in a house behind the bus stop, and me looking relatively clueless as to what it was. Further delay ensued, but if we hadn't been delayed, we'd have missed the best moment possibly ever seen by anyone ever. A scally kid on a push bike had cruised past us, trying to look like he was stronger than he was, and trying to show off, had tried too hard, and ended up crashing into a wheelie bin. From where we were, there was a loud clatter, and a bike wheel flung into the air. We laughed continually, pretty much until the bus came, then laughed a little more on the bus. This is where Lloyd and I left Lorna, as she only lived down the road. Once we were on the bus, we overheard some guy talking about the recent heat wave, and heard this wonderful paraphrase: "It was so hot I was sweating my pubes off!". I almost fell off my seat due to the mirth. Back at the bus station, we went our separate ways, and I headed to Asda to buy some tortilla wraps and meat. Not quite the highlight of the day.