Fancy A Giggle? My Embarassment Free.

Fancy A Giggle? My Embarassment Free.

WELL. Blackpool - I got to go. And I had one of the best times of my life. We got split up a lot but always with someone else.
Fun started this morning.

1) I had to get up at 7:00am to be out of the house on time - Katie had told me not to come any leter that 5 to 9. Mum asked me to wake her at 8:15am so she could get dressed n time for her to drop me off.

I didn't set my alarm properly, and so Mum woke me at 8:15am and I was all in a dither and rushing then. We set off at 9:00am and got there at 10 past, but they waited for me, so it was okay.

2) I wore my England shirt (we WILL win the Word Cup!) and at I think it was at Preston train station (we had to do a change over) there was a 30 year old man who had had the odd bottle or seven of whiskey. It was his birthday - he had a big '30 TODAY' badge on, and and I was stood on the platform chatting to my mates, when suddenly this hand loomed out of nowhere reaching for my chest (I swear at first it looked like he was grabbing my boob ) but he was actually holding his England badge on his shirt up against mine. Then he got into a big debate with my friends about the World Cup, (England.) and also took off his gold bangle and made us all put it on saying it was a magic bangle and told us to each make a wish.

Then he proceeded to do a version of the Irish jig on the platform with a little 3 year old girl - or he could have been trying to walk, I don't know.

3) This is the best. I now officially hate train drivers.

Our train stopped at Salford Crescent - our stop - and everyone got off. My friend and I (Becky) were last to get off - and as we got to the door - it shut. So we pressed the button, and there were these 20-odd year old guys on a night out helping us, and we were banging on the drivers cabin and the glass on the door, and our friends were laughing outside - and then the train set off! We were on our own, two fifteen year old girls, at gone 9:00pm at night with no idea where we were going! I asked another passenger who told us we were headed for Deansgate in Manchester town centre - right where all the big flashy clubs are. Nice. I tried ringing my Mum to let her know, but she would have been driving to the Crescent to pick me up so didn't answer her phone. You should have heard my language! The whole cabin was laughing at us. Then Mum rang me back and I explained the situation - and she laughed too!

So we got off at Deansgate, but I was bursting for the toilet so I asked the bloke working there if there were any toilets, and he said no, but there were some in the cafe across the road. We nipped out, and there was no cafe! Just clubs! So I asked one of the bouncers at LOAF (later on I couldn't remember the name of the club, but I knew it had something to do with bread ) where we could go for the toilet, and he said next dorr would let us in - but they wouldn't because we were under 18. so we started back to the station to wait for Mum to pick us up - and as we walked, two guys walked past us (one dark skinned, the other light). The dark skinned one whistled at me!

Well, I was mad. Hulk mad. So I turned around and told him to **** off. He shot back with a cutting 'Go home and do your homework.' Yeah. That hurts. This guy was like 25 - and it's rich coming from him anyway as he whistled at me. So I shouted back perv, and he looked shamefaced and walked off. Haha, a 15 year old femlae beat a 25 year old male.

So now we had to wait for my Mum. I was bursting. The patrol guy said the disabled toilets were out of order and that there were no staff toilets we could use. I explained our situation and he still didn't budge.

Mum came and we dropped my friend off, I went home soaking wet still from a combination of rain and Val Whatsit (I don't know how to spel it but it was a FANTASTIC ride.)

I really did have fun! See, when I said on another thread that it would be in a few moths 'I found the Blackpool pictures last night - OMG, remember when blah blah blah...'? Well, this time it'll be 'I found the Blackpool pictures last night - OMG, remember when Emma and Becky got locked on the train and went to town?'

Mum's calling me Deansgate now. I swear I'm going to sue.

 

Wow, sounds like quite a day. Nothing like that ever happens where I live and if it does, I don't know about it. I probab;y would have been alot worse if I was in your situation, I would either be so silent or shouting my head off acting like a jackass and embarressing everyone.

 

Oh God, I do that anyway.

 

Sounds like you had an interesting night! What did you do while you were at Blackpool?

 

Well, I avoided the Pepsi Max (H U G E roller-coaster- I think it's the lasrgest in Europe), went on the merry-go-round for a laugh, got VERY wet on Val Whatsit, went on the aptly name 'Rollercoaster' 3 times, went on the steeple chase (Jessica and mine horse won!) waited for half an hour for the girl to finish on the Pepsi Max, went on Noah's Ark, went on the Ghost train, went on the Gold Mine, went on Bling (a spinny thing) (ooh that rhymes) spent 4.50 on a plastic carrier bag, and took some pictures. Also jumped the que on Val Whatsit twice. With the permission of attendants. They need 2 people to fill up a boat. Poor Becky, she got so wet her hair went all kinky, and it was beautifully straight when we got there. (We wanted to get wet again on Val Whatsit so we went on twice.)

 

Blimey! What do you think England is, Flamey? Some kind of technologically advanced society? The driver would've been too busy watching out for red signals to pass to answer an intercom ... even there was such an obviously essential piece of kit :knockedout:

Glad you had a good time, Emma. Such great stories and all well told. And it'll be good to see our lads lift the World Cup in Germany this summer, won't it!

 

Yeah we have "kneeling" buses in most major cities. But our train network is mostly ante-diluvian. Even most of "modern" ones are pretty ancient. We only have trains with automatic doors because one person too many fell out of a moving train due to accidentally open a door. As for our railway's signalling system ... suffice it to that is mostly not even as effective as Jenny Agutter's red flannel drawers

 

Must have been a pretty bad day, huh? Well, it was kind of funny from over here though