Bullseye!

To start off: An apology. Sorry I've not blogged much recently! It occurred to me earlier that I hadn't written a blog in about a week! So here's a big one ;)

Now then. I had a really, really good weekend with Megan again, but it was very, let's just say, weird.
To start off the weirdness, my EMA hadn't gone into my bank account, kind of annoying really. I did have enough money to go to Nottingham, where I met up with Megan again though. Whilst there, it did feel reminicant of the very first time I met her, seeing as Nottingham Train Station was where we had first met.
Then, we got on the train bound for Leicester. This is where things got REALLY weird. Our conducter cracked a few jokes at our expense to start off with. "I've never seen Brothers and Sisters so close!" was one, then, for nearly no reason at all, he did a 'magic' card trick on us. We were both thinking "What the hell? Go away, this is awkward mate!"
Then, in Leicester, I went to what is possibly the most 'posh' up-market cinema ever. 'Cinema Du-Lux' it was called. A bit, well a lot OTT, but otherwise nice.

We had gone to see Wolfman, it was average, but not great. American Werewolf in London was still better.

After that, we went back to hers.

Sifting through magazines we found a series of..."Alluring" phone-sex hotlines, some of which were hilarious. "A dirty Granny needs a good hard seeing to!" said one, horrifingly. Made me wonder why the hell people would pay to hear some old woman get off, or at least talk about it. Breasts dangling down by their knees, cobwebbed over in all the wrong places, gross. Very, very gross.

After, being vaugely horrified, and crying in laughter, it was time to go home. Big shame. But my day hadn't finished getting weirder. On the Leicester station platform a random man came upto me, and gave me a survey to fill in and hand back to him. I had to wonder why he picked me for the survey, and not another one of the 100+ people at the station. I filled it in nonetheless.

When I pulled into Woodhouse, I was greeted with 2 things. A.) Snow, quite alot of it. Odd, seeing as in Syston it'd all melted. And B.) 4 fire-engines, putting out a fire only about 100 metres up the road. What an odd sight I thought. Not the normal type of thing to be greeted with at home. Not even sure what was on fire, to be quite honest.

When I finally got home, mum and dad had made a very, very odd purchase. Any ideas? No. Well, they'd randomly gone out, and bought a dart-board. Riiiiight.
What a strange weekend! Had a great time though :)