Hello all - I'm writing this entry from my Official Best Mate's house down in Gloucester. Tomorrow I leave for Australia for two weeks and I CAN. NOT. WAIT. I will, of course, be providing a full account of all my exploits down under (*snigger*) upon my return.

 

In order to amuse myself today and stop myself checking that my passport is still in my bag an obsessive amount of times, me and Sarah (aforementioned Official Best Mate) took ourselves off to Alton Towers, whereupon we went on relatively new ride 'Rita, Queen of Speed'. Let me tell you now children, it is LEGENDARY. Because we went in the middle of the week we walked on to pretty much everything straight away and Rita demanded multiple visits. Which, naturally, led to many jokes and puns about riding and going down on Rita. *sigh* I should be ashamed but it's too funny.

 

It is quite an experience going from 0 - 100mph in 2.5 seconds, and when I say experience, I mean it's something which fills me with pure unadulterated fear. I don't know why going that fast should scare me like it did. Maybe I have tachophobia. I know for a fact I have acrophobia. No matter how fast Rita goes, it does not compare to how acutely aware of my own mortality I was while on the cable cars in Alton Towers. Forget Oblivion, I hereby swear never to go on those bad lads ever again. *shudder*

 

Well, I feel that's enough for tonight - being thrown about all day and various speeds and angles has inexplicably made me very tired.  Good night all, I shall catch up with you all when I get back*.

 

 

*Provided I don't get spotted and cast in Neighbours. Which, let's face it, is entirely likely.