Hardy har August 29, 2008
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/7584682.stm
I find that just absolutely hilarious. I really do.
Mork Plies August 28, 2008
I saw the FP yesterday. We talked about nuclear war ‘cos we’re so chirpy like that. We said how awful it would be, hearing the four minute warning siren and not knowing what the hell to do. The panic would be terrible. Four minutes is no time at all, it wouldn’t give me time to even get my head around what it is I have to do. The FP told me that at the time of the Cold War, a BBC docudrama was out, called Threads, about the effects of nuclear war. We watched a clip of it on youtube and it was really shocking.
Inspired by this one clip, when I got home I decided to watch the whole thing on youtube. Although it’s an 80s production, it still had a massive impact. I was horrified by it. The absolute panic of everyone trying to get to safety at the sound of a siren. It would be every person for themselves. The programme showed people trying to flee the cities before they were hit, but the government had closed the motorways to non-official traffic. So, the normal citizens couldn’t get away easily. That’s poor. I’m not a fan.
Then, when the nuclear bomb hits, what really struck me and the FP when she saw it in the clip, was some milk bottles melting. The fact they were there showed just how it was a normal day and how quickly it could go horribly wrong. When the bomb went off it showed what it would do to people in close proximity…in that they just melt into nothingness. And those near to it, who get terribly burnt and are in terrible pain. That was horrid. Then the effects of fallout. Awful. Even 13 years later, things were terrible. The government…or the powers that now were, forced the people who had survived to re-construct everything and try and re-build society. Which is fine, except they paid them with food and made them work even though they were terribly sick from the effects of the radiation. And those too sick to work didn’t get as much food. Our society was reduced to nothing.
It may have only been a drama. But it got me thinking. For example, one of the points it threw up was how the NHS wouldn’t be properly equipped to deal with such an event. The state of the hospitals a few days after the attack in Threads….well let’s just say Florence Nightingale would have been appalled. It went completely back to how things were in, for example, the Crimean war. So if you lived through the attack, you wouldn’t get the medical care you needed. There was not enough food, or rather there was at first, but it couldn’t be distributed. No fuel. The fallout and debris stopped the sun’s rays from coming through, meaning it was very cold and crops couldn’t grow. This could all happen. Especially with tensions increasing with Russia right now. Although, I don’t know whether God would allow us all to destroy the Earth and every single person with nuclear weapons. I think, if Britain was to come under nuclear attack (Heaven forbid), I’d rather die straight away than live in that sort of world.
Nice pleasant thought. It’s was 80s BBC docudramas do for you. It really annoys me though, how it’s the small minority of politcians who make all these decisions….and we will all have to suffer for it. For things, many don’t even understand. I think, if they are that bothered about stuff, they should get together and just fight it out between themselves and leave me out of it. Thank you very much.
Irked August 25, 2008
I’ve not blogged in a while. Apparently. According to the FP.
Today I feel irked. At many a thing. Ranging from people, always feeling ill, to the Olympic closing ceremony. What irked me about that was the use of Leona Lewis. She is a good singer, I will happily admit that. But to me, using her was showcasing how good Britain is at reality TV shows and how we have a load of completely manufactured artists. Did we not have anyone who has been around for a bit longer, has a bit more charisma and wasn’t just found off a television show?
Anyways. I was thinking earlier. This time last year I was waiting to start University. Waiting to say goodbye to my closest friends and wave hello to a new little bit of my life. Now I’m waiting to say goodbye to a few of them again, before they go back to Uni. But a few have drifted. I’m not really friends with them anymore, not intentionally, these things just happen. I don’t feel sad about it though. I’m looking forward to the second year of Uni.
In 10 years time, I wonder where I will be. I’m hoping, at this point in my life, that I will be a Clinical Psychologist. Dr Skellybones. And that I will live in a nice little town like Stroud. In a lovely house.
Another thing on my mind: I must get back into is praying a bit more and re-establishing my relationship with Jesus. I do still pray, every day in fact, but not for very long. I don’t spend a lot of time with Him really. As much as I should. This time last year I was reading the Bible everyday and everything. I know Jesus hasn’t changed at all. It’s just me. Sometimes I’m a bit of a poor Christian. Sometimes I just find it a bit hard.
I’m in a moaning mood today. Can you tell?
Mamma Mia! In London August 21, 2008
The coach journey there took over 2 hours. To entertain ourselves we played PIctionary. If anyone can guess the TV show that the picture below is supposed to be (drawn by Daniel) then I will give them a medal.
TV Show ???
We listened to ABBA songs after that, to get us in the mood.
Time flew and we soon arrived in London. It’s rather busy there. I’ve never felt so small. There were so many big buildings and people. I live in a city…but London is something else.
Still on the coach but in London
Underground Map
Waiting for the tube
Leicester Square looking up to Coventry Street
Piccadilly?
Somewhere near Regent Street
Near the London Eye
Admiralty Arch
Nelson's Column, Trafalgar Square
Lion and Big Screen in Trafalgar Square
On the way to Buckingham Palace
Prince of Wales Theatre, just before the show
Stage, just before the show
I will walk with you nicely August 12, 2008
Today has been really quite lovely. I was with the FP seeing as I don’t see a lot her now she’s on placement. She had to go into Uni to give in her work, so I demanded to go too, seeing as I’m quite missing being there. Once she had done that we decided to get a spot of lunch and eat it at the Old Cathedral. To those of you not familiar with Coventry, the Old Cathedral refers to St Michael’s cathedral, which was bombed in the Second World War and only the ruins remain. It’s a wonderful piece of history, situated in a rubbish city. We walked around it, I explained different things to the FP, being a bit of a Coventry History geek and all. We went through the graveyard too. [Edit - below the picture I took, I've posted a picture of how the Cathedral was in 1910, before it got bombed]
Old Cathedral
Where the Old Cathedral is
Then we noticed St Mary’s Guildhall. It’s always been there, but I’ve never been in it, I’ve never really paid too much attention to it to be honest.
St Mary's Guildhall outside
Outside, on the sign, we discovered that it was built in the 12th-13th century and the South Wall contained parts of a 12th Century castle. Probably the castle that was in Coventry but no one knows where it was. It was the first seat of local government in the town. It would have been a prime venue for entertaining royalty as well. Mary Queen of Scots was taken there, under the orders of Elizabeth I, in 1569.
It’s really lovely in there. Really old and so much history.
Paintings in St Mary's
St Mary's main room
The only thing I had a problem with was getting downstairs. And upstairs for that matter. It was a tightly winding spiral staircase. I’m scared of heights and hate being closed in. I got up OK, into what would have been the room Queen Mary stayed in. It was very slanted and not at all straight, which gave you the feeling that you were about to fall. I like my rooms to be straight. I couldn’t get across to the other room as I was scared of the stairs. In the end the FP had to stand one step in front of me all the way down. As you can see below.
The FP and the scary stairs
There’s a really nice cafe in there, so one day next week we’re going on a little historic tour and going for lunch. I love history. I’m looking forward to it. Wonderful day.
Berkswell….Berkswell Village…Balsall Common August 8, 2008
Well….it had to happen I suppose…a day trip that didn’t go very well at all. We were going to go to Berkswell, just because. So we got to the station and waited for ages for the train (on the platform there was a lovely looking fellow) but 5 minutes from its arrival a woman announced it would no longer be stopping at Berkswell. The next one was half an hour later which did indeed go to Berkswell. Arriving at Berkswell station I was horrified at our choice of destination, there was graffiti everywhere. It wasn’t very nice. But we soldiered on walking down a main road for ages before we saw a sign to Berkswell village. We assumed that was the place to go, seeing as main Berkswell had nothing.
We walked and we walked, eventually arriving at some lovely old houses and a cross roads, passing a fishery. The road to the village was shut, we couldn’t figure out how to get there. The other road turned out not to be a road, it turned out to be someone’s driveway. The fishery was sign posted and it said it had a cafe. So we walked to where the fishery was. It’s shown below.
Fishery and cafe
That’s right. There was nothing there. Unless you want to fish in a puddle.
So we walked to Balsall Common….finding that was also very very poor. Although on the way, there were some blackberry hedges, so we ate some. Although Daniel was a wimp and worried they were posioned, so I had to eat one first. So we hopped on the train home, not before waiting at the station and listening to some chavs talk about drugs very loudly and how they don’t pay for the train, but if they get fined they get their Mums to write a note to appeal. Awww diddums.
Walking home from the station, Daniel got attacked by some huge green caterpillar. It had suckers rather than legs and so it attached itself to his jeans. Screaming and squealing he attempted to shake it off. It stayed put. I was doubled up with laughter. He squealed at me to help him but I could only laugh and offer advice. My advice made him scream more. He eventually got it off with the use of a tissue. It was hilarious.
Cake and cookies = :D August 3, 2008
I made a chocolate cake today. With lots of chocolate inside and on top and sprinkles. I’m going to have some after my healthy dinner 
Cake à la Skelly
After, I made lots of chocolate chip cookies. Could use more chocolate chips though, but they’re good for a first attempt. I’ll eat those later too. When watching The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe. Happy days.
Cookie cookie, yum yum yum
Kick, punch, first blog of the month August 2, 2008
I had two very vivid and bizarre dreams last night. The first was horrible. I was lying in bed (in my dream) and some hands with really long finger nails grabbed my feet and started pulling me down. The finger nails dug in. As I looked I saw a decaying, rotting dead person, whom I concluded to be William Shakespeare. I don’t know why. Anyways, he continued to pull me down, and I was trying to scream for help but it wouldn’t come out properly, it wasn’t at all loud. The more loudly I tried to scream, the more panicked I got when I realised no one could hear me. (Looking back, the not being able to scream part I assume to be my brain knowing it couldn’t actually scream seeing as it paralyses itself, so I wouldn’t be able to act out my dream, see) So, William Shakespeare dragged me to this slave labour camp. I was really scared, but someone told me if you were small enough, the guards would carry you in their backpacks to freedom. I grabbed onto a guard’s backpack…and then woke up. Freedom! Hurrah!
The second dream wasn’t nearly as scary. In fact it wasn’t at all. I had 4 knees in my dream and on each of them I had to write something about Mamma Mia. It tickled. My last knee, I simply wrote “Mamma Mia!” before waking up.
