Yesterday, I woke up at about half past six. I'd had very little sleep by this point, but it was the last day before half term so I didn't care. I washed and cleaned my teeth, then left the house. It is getting lighter and warmer in the mornings, so my wait for the number 4 bus is getting a bit more pleasant. On top of this, I had the nice bus driver today. He looks like a little boy with a moustache. There are two others I normally get and one of them is a miserable old man who threw a ticket at my head once because I asked for one of their small plastic wallets to put it in. If I don't have one of these, I often get confused and throw my all day tickets away. This means I have to pay again.
I don't really remember what happened at school because I didn't care. It was the last day before half term so i just put loads of DVDs on that are loosely based around the things Ive been teaching. In fact, I only properly taught one lesson and this was a relatively nice Year 7 RS class. We were doing about how to find bible references (I only learnt this myself earlier on in the day). Two girls in the class made an RS championship belt and we have challenges to see who holds it. Today we had the champion and three contenders competing to see who could locate bible passages the quickest.
We started with one on one semi finals, where I shouted out the bible reference, two competitors picked up their bible, found the passage and the first one to read it out won. The crowd were on fire for this one as the final was between the popular reigning champion and his best friend who has taken the role of the class baddie due to the fact he whinges a lot about how whoever beat him cheated. In the end the champion retained and as he lifted his paper belt aloft and then put it around his waist, the class went wild. This same boy is also captain of my football team and on the gifted and talented list for every subject. I am going to make sure I'm his friend when he's older because he's going to be well rich and famous.
After the day had finished and i'd just watched my bottom set year nines explode all over the walls of my classroom, I sat in the staffroom and generally swore and said nasty things about some of the weaponhead children at this school. There is another newly qualified teacher there who I share a desk with and we do nothing but curse and whinge in our spare time. It's very therapeutic.
In the evening we went up to Birmingham to meet a man called Simon. He was going to drive up to Nottingham from Brighton to talk to us about our band. His record label is interested in doing things with us. We decided to meet him half way, hence Birmingham. On the way up, we sat with some people from university who tested the length of our fingers to see how manly we were. Because I have broken both hands several times, my results were void, so I remain a mystery. Joe has one short finger which should apparently make him an anti gay. However, it is unnaturally short - he chopped the end off when he was a baby. Therefore: void. I think Rowan turned out to be gay.
We sat in a Wetherspoons and spoke with Simon for a couple of hours. He was very nice and seems to be offering us some great things - talks of potential daytime playlisting, coverage in all the big music magazines and videos by famous companies. I'm a skeptical person so we'll wait and see, but he's either genuinely excited by us or insane enough to drive an 8 hour round trip to speak to us. As a result, we were all in high spirits on the way back.
I had a Macdonalds. Markel served me. He was abrupt to the point of being rude, but his efficiency was impressive so I grew to appreciate his style. I asked for coke with no ice, I got coke with no ice. I pretended I was a student, I got a free hamburger. No questions asked. I was about to ask for barbecue sauce and ketchup, he was waving them in my face before I had opened my mouth. He spoke english. He was a machine. My nuggets were hard, but i know Markel cannot control everything that goes on behind the scenes. On the train ride back I tried to sleep because I was tired. However, Joe, Will and Rowan were being loud and silly. They kept talking about choads and top gun choads. They do this quite often. I am not going to lower myself by explaining what a top gun choad is. We got back in at about half past midnight.
On the short walk back from the train station, we encountered a tramp. This one uses a big issue as a microphone to shout crude jokes at people. He followed us for a while telling us about gay lesbians and spastic irsh jews but we ignored him so he started getting foul and irritated. Rowan was quite drunk and responded with "Look, my gran's just been in a car accident." I don't know where he dragged that one from but it worked. The tramp stopped and shouted something about destroying the atmosphere and this being the death of comedy. I got home shortly after and went straight to sleep.