Boy, that title was a grammatical nightmare for me. But that’s probably because I have just woke up from a mid afternoon nap…I’m like an old person. It’s becoming rather troubling, if I’m honest with you…
ANYWAY, hello everyone. Today I had to do some shopping, as next week I’M LEAVING HOME! Only for a couple of days, but still, I need to be prepared. I don’t want a repeat of my last long weekend away, where I forgot my toothbrush and had to use my finger. *shudders* Awful. I don’t recommend it.
So, where am I going?
Well, next Friday I’m visiting my friend Abbie during her reading week. She’s at university Down South (you know, that huge area below Yorkshire). I haven’t seen her for months, so it’ll be good to catch up before my next America visit (hoping to buy my tickets soon, but more on that later!).
Now seeing Abbie is the main reason I’m going, but the trip is also a good blogging opportunity. Why? PICTURES! She lives in Canterbury, which by all accounts (I’ve never been) is a very pretty place with lots of old buildings and uh, interesting stuff (what, you want specifics? Go online…I’m not a travel guide!). Obviously I’ll have my camera and extra batteries with me. Don’t worry guys, I’ve got my priorities sorted.
Ahem.
But the trip to Canterbury is not the only exploit I have in the next month. I’m also going to see my mates in Yorkshire later in November. Again, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen them, so I’m looking forward to that. I doubt there will be any pictures for you guys though, as I’m coinciding my visit with a very important date; the release of the Xbox One.
That’s right. Gary, the guy I’m staying with, is getting his console on the Thursday I come down, so I’ll be right there to see what if it is as good as Microsoft say it is (I’m not buying one yet, for various reasons that I’ll explain at some point). No doubt we’ll have some drinks and go out on a pub crawl of some sorts too, because, why not? It’ll be like the Lads weekend, but longer and with no ridiculously expensive theme parks! Wahey!
So, today was all about getting ready for these trip. As I refer to in the title, I went to Boots (our version of Walgreens, Americans!) to pick up some much-needed toiletries. How needed? Well my deodorant has been wheezing at me for a few weeks now, so that was one thing that definitely needed replacing. I don’t know why I’ve been so reluctant to chuck it out and buy a new can. I suspect simple laziness and being cheap were the main factors, but I’m sorted now. No risk of me stinking up the place (hopefully).
The other two things I wanted were shower gel and shampoo. As I’ll only be away for a few days, it seemed pointless bringing two big bottles of stuff, especially when I’m only bringing my rucksack. So I looked for the travel size bottles. Shower gel was easy enough, but shampoo was a completely different story. Apparently, only women use shampoo on holiday because the only bottles I could find were incredibly feminine. I know nobody will see the bottle (I’m not going to start running down the train carriages shouting ‘look what I got’), and that it’ll do the exact same job as the man shampoos…but still, I’m a prideful person, people!
Well…I have some pride.
Of course, I’d be fine in Canterbury, but Harrogate…would you want several manly Yorkshire blokes to see your pink shampoo? No, no you wouldn’t. So Boots…think about us guys, will you? We travel too, you know! And some of us have hair that needs regular washing!
Eventually I did manage to find an orange bottle of something that on face value, looks sorta manly. It’s squarish…men like squares? I don’t know. In the absence of Head & Shoulders, it was the best I could do.
I also got a Gillette razor because I hate the electrical shaver I have. It’s awful. It just gives the worst experience ever. It doesn’t release the foam like it should, so I have to do it dry. And it is horrible. You have to go over stubble about five times for the shaver to get them, and long hairs are dragged around in the most excruciating way possible. I think when my eyes are tearing up, and my skin is raw red for hours after, I should probably try something else. My awful shaver is probably why I keep growing scraggly beards. The pain is always going to be bad, so I may as well prolong it. Tragically I end up using nail scissors for most of the job.
But yeah, excited for next Friday. Leaving super early in the morning…and I’m on the train for 6 hours…and it includes a change in London which I could do without (I hate London; too busy, too confusing, too sweaty)…but other than that I’m excited. It’ll be fun.
Of course, when I’m back home and write my blog, you’ll only hear about the inevitable miserable experience I have on the train down (and return! don’t forget about the return journey!), and all the things that annoyed me over the four days. But really, you should expect that now. There’ll be pictures though. They count for something, right?
Alex
writingonthecitadel 