Irish way of life gets under your skin. We’ve been here all of 3 days and already I feel comfortable and at home. The people are warm and inviting and so so helpful and ready for a chat no matter when, where or who you are. It has to be said though, that sometimes you just can NOT understand a bloody thing they’re saying. A ticket collector at the station today was ‘assisting’ me with directions but for the life of me, I had no idea what he was saying. I assumed he was telling me to go to the next man along the platform who would help me, I assumed that this is what he was saying based souly on the way he was gesturing and the random words I was able to make sense of were “man over there” (only it wasn’t THere it was Tear) Chris and I had become momentarily separated (both of us being given different directions by the man we could not understand) and regrouped 5 mins later to attempt to find our train, which stated it would be waiting by platform 2, only we found that platform 2 was experiencing some renovations… Hmmm… I then asked an official looking man if the train we saw waiting patiently at platform 3 was headed to Belfast, to which I was given the reply “that it is” I thanked him and moved on.

Now, anyone who may have caught a train in the past will know that the outside of the carriages are marked A, B, C, D etc, in order of the carriages. Well, they don’t do that here in Ireland. Your left to wander up and down the platform looking perplexed and eventually, irritated as you back track X amount of times in search of your carriage. Giving up and assuming that I must just be having a blind moment, I asked the next official ‘train man’ I saw for directions to carriage D, this man looked at me quizzically before stating “well, you see where that queue of people are boarding?” (I looked up the platform to only see an elderly nun and an older gentleman who carried her bags venturing aboard, but nodded assuming this was the Irish equivalent to a ‘queue’) “Well” the trainman continued “that’s carriage D… see…” He turned and pointed to his right “Carriage A, B, C… D” He counted these down as he went, as if I didn’t know the fricking alphabet. Helpful, if I didn’t, but slightly patronizing being that I do. I know he meant no harm, perhaps he truly thought that I didn’t know the alphabet and that he was performing not only a good level of customer service but also a dose of education? Thankfully, we weren’t the only ones who didn’t seem to know or understand our alphabet. I must just have that ‘look’ about me as many people came on board looking confused and perplexed asking “Is this carriage D?” to which I would smile, non patronizingly and say “Yes it is” like I said, I have that look about me… that or I just dress like a conductor.

The trip to Belfast was non eventful. Our travel companions for the trip Allan and Evely didn’t make the train, thankfully, which meant that we could stretch out on our seats. We know that our missing companions names were Allan and Evely as each seat was personalized with your name tag… they probably went to platform 2… or couldn’t figure out where carriage D was…

Our accommodation in Belfast is standard so far as hostels go. A small room, a bunk, a shared bathroom and shower facility, a largish kitchen and common rooms you share with every man, woman and child who also call the place “home” It’s alright, but I think after our very pleasant accommodation in Dublin the past few nights has heightened our expectations on places like this once more. Our accommodation in Dublin was pretty good, though we shared a 16 room dorm; it was cozy and comfortable and had a real air of acceptance, friendship and respect. Here, no one looks at you or talks to you. Oh well, it’s a cheap bed.

Belfast itself is not much to write home about. It’s another dreary, drab, dirty looking city that has no ‘feel’ to it all, apart from depression. We wandered into the city centre when we went in search of WIFI (we were being defiant, you can pay for it here at the hostel, but we refuse to do that, so instead subjected ourselves to a 20 minute walk in the rain to a spot that has free WIFI… the things you do to save a pound!) It wasn’t so bad though I guess. Like I said, we got to see the city centre and while there check out the “spring market” that was happening in a courtyard. It had many many food stalls and many many knick knack stalls, all selling exactly the same knick knacks as the others… We brought a few little treats for later on and head to the beer tent, the only spot that was out of the rain, so it was brimming with people and, bringing in much business for the bar. So much so that they had actually run out of most beers, the only ones left were ‘raspberry’ or ‘cherry’ flavored beer. We went for raspberry and I have to say, it was GOOOOOOD! It’s my new favorite beer I’ve decided. Sadly however I think that it’ll be hard to find on the Australian market. Chris has kindly offered to make it for me though, he claims it’s purely raspberry cordial and larger. Kind of takes the magic out of it when he puts it like that. None the less, I shall be happy to drink it; it would be rude to refuse it, seeing as he’s gone to all that effort you know?

A break in the clouds saw us make a run back to the hostel (sorry, don’t take that literally, it’s a figure of speech… we in no way ran back, that would have been a tad energetic… and besides, I haven’t run since leaving high school when they use to force ‘sports days’ upon reluctant and often sullen teenage students) We arrived back at the hostel to find we have a male room mate sound asleep in the bunk opposite us, he wasn’t snoring so he’s alright by me thus far.

A relaxing arvo of reading, updating IPODS and exploring our options for tomorrow’s itinerary before a shower so hot it left you reeling and glorious, inviting and well deserved bed.

written by  Chris and Emily on May 25, 2009 from Belfast, United Kingdom
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The brewery has 7 levels to it and you of course start and end with the merchandise store. We by passed this and head off to see the proceedur that is under taken to make the black booze. They use hops, barley, water and yeast, they burn the barley, they water down the barley, they mash the barley and at some stage, add the hops and yeast. It's fermented, it's tested and eventually it's bottled and tasted. That's the laymans guided tour to the Guinness Brewery anyhow.

What I was really interested in was the fact that Arthur Guinness had signed a 9000 year lease to the building, and he did this in the 1800s, so there's still plenty of time before they have to start packing their boxes and looking for a new place to 'live' I was also interested in how they make the old wooden beer barrels. There was an oldie day film on it and it was pretty amazing and labour intensive! They carved, sheered, shaped, steamed, hammered everything together by hand to make these water tight barrels, I found it really impressive and interesting. I also liked the exhibition they had on the artist who drew all the "My goodness my Guinness" posters, cards etc. His name was John Gilroy and the 'zoo keeper' you often see on the posters etc was actually a self portriate of himself, which I found pretty cool.

After mozing about on 6 floors we then head up to the 7th floor, which is a bar, complete with 360 degrees of glass windows so that you can get great views of Dublin city. While here you get to sip on your free glass of Guinness that is included in your admission price. Chris kept telling me of how much better the Guinness here was compared to back home, and I just nodded. I have to be honest and say that I have never liked Guinness, and even in Dublin, where yes, it does taste better than the stuff we get back in Australia, it still doesn't tickle my taste buds. I did try though, I drank half a glass of the stuff in a bid to try and 'get the taste for it' but I really think it's a drink you either love or hate, and I am obviously in the latter group. We did purchase a few goodies from the merchandise store on our way out, just a few little souveniers for when we get home.

We strolled back to the backers in the sunshine and then had a late lunch and packed a bit for our departure tomorrow. Chris is now having a wee nanna nap beside me as I type and I'm thinking of doing the same in a minute! We have plans to head out to a comedy club tonight, we found vouchers that get us in for a cheaper price. Chris was a little hesitant though as the 'major clubs' charge 20 Euro's for entry to their nights, and for this one we only pay 6... he wonders if it means the quality of the show will be 'cheap' too, I say 'bugger it, if all else fails we'll just laugh at their accents!"

written by  Chris and Emily on May 24, 2009 from Dublin, Ireland
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So today was our first real day in Ireland, yesterday was our first actual day but we were both so bloody tired from the 3am start that it doesn't really count. We started they day with brekky at the backers that we are staying at, they include a basic brekky with the price of the bed that consists of toast, cereal, tea and coffee but for 1 Euro more you can upgrade to a full "Irish" breakfast so I went for the upgrade while Em stuck with the basics. I really enjoyed my brekky but I can't exactly work out the difference between this breakfast and a regular "English" breakfast. It consisted of bacon, eggs, sausages, hash brown and beans pretty much the same as an English brekky but i guess it just gets it's name from the place or country you eat it, I guess that means all the times I have been in Aussie and ordered an English brekky I have actually been eating an Australian brekky?
Enough about breakfast now, this by the way is why I try to encourage Em to write these things as I spend far too much time on rants about silly things like the naming of the morning meal and far to little time on things that may be of interest to anybody reading the blog :)

After the already to well described breakfast we head out to see the city, we didn't have high hopes I must say as our impression of it from yesterdays outing was far from positive, the city gave off a drab, run down vibe and didn't seem to have much worth looking at. I am putting that down to a combination of exhaustion and lack of direction as we didn't have a map, or plan of where to go yesterday so we just wandered. Today however we had a plan. Em had seen in our trusty Lonely Planet book on Dublin that there was a market in Cow lane in the Temple Bar area that she wanted to see so that was our destination, not hard or too far to get there and it allowed as to get a good feel for the city as we made our way through it. We stopped and had a look at a book market in the main drag of Temple Bar on the way and then found the market with little trouble, a much better experience than trying to find Portabello market in Notting Hill, London that was a march and a half and by the time we got there it was closing up shop. The Cow lane market was very small though and the prices where out of our range but the stuff was cool, lots of really artsy, hip jewlery, crafts and clothes but my fav was a store that had figures from movies made out of scrap metal, they were fantastic and I nearly bought a star wars one but decided that it was both too expensive and too heavy to send home. There was a massive "alien" one that we got a pic of that I shall insert below: (see below)

Metal Alien

After the market we headed back into the Temple Bar area and went into the pub called, wait for it.... Temple Bar and had a pint, I wasn't feeling up to a pint of the black stuff as it was a tad early so I instead had some lager. It is a cool pub with live music from 12pm so we just chilled in the dark corner that was about the only spot not already taken up by tourists doing exactly the same thing as us. I think this is a good time to bring up my biggest issue with Dublin, the bloody price of everything! its fricking ridiculous, basically everything costs in Euros what it would normally cost in AU back home so a pint is 6EU so that's about $12, a hoody is about 60EU (i was cold so was eyeing off jumpers and hoodys at some of the shops we went into) a pie at a bar is about 9EU and a sanga is about 5EU so basically it's double the cost. This puts a dampener on the plan of going out for several drinks tonight and enjoying some of Dublin's night-life as I just don't think we can afford it, might go out for one drink and nurse it while soaking up some free music somewhere and then come back to the backers nice and early like nannas for a nap. So anyway back to Temple bar (another tangent, and I just realised that I put far too much stuff in brackets!) I was eyeing of the idea of having Guinness and oysters but as I mentioned before it was too early for my "Pale Ale" bread constitution to handle the black necter so we headed back out into the on again - off again rain and now you see me / now you don't sunshine to do some more exploring.

Temple Bar

Em enjoying a bevvie or two at the Temple Bar

We walked around for ages dodging the saturday crowds doing a bit of a loop through the main centre of the city, looked at a couple of shops, bought a travel organiser thing to keep our passports, vouchers and other important bits and bob together and ended up back in the temple bar area at the food market they have there on Saturday. It's a bit like a mini "taste of Tasmania" or "taste of Ireland" I guess, lots of stalls selling stuff like cheese, bread including my now favourite soda bread, crepes and other stuff. After a couple of laps we made up our minds on what lunch would consist of and lined up. That on again off again rain I was talking about decided to change to "on a lot" rain just as we got our grub but it wasn't too bad, there was some shelter provided by the stalls. After lunch we headed back to the backers and have been sitting in the kitchen area nerding it up on the computer!

Tomorrow we are heading to the home of the best "meal in a glass" available, Guinness so stay tuned for lots of photos of black stuff I guess. :)

written by  Chris and Emily on May 23, 2009 from Dublin, Ireland
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Our first few hours into Dublin and Chris is already hard at the Guinness!

I have to be honest and say that thus far Dublin hasn’t moved me. It looks much like any other UK city, dirty and bleak looking BUT it has to be said that the people are so incredibly friendly and helpful and just wonderful that you feel like you want to stay and chat with them forever (the accent helps!) It also has to be said though that bloody hell Ireland is expensive!! I know that it’s the Euro and that we’ll experience the price else where in Europe but I seriously wasn’t expecting it to be SOOOOOOO bad! We hadn’t eaten all day (apart from my marmite toast at 3am) so we head out for a drink and quick ‘bite’ It cost us 30 Euro for a bowl of Irish Stew, chicken stir fry, a diet coke and a cider… that works out to be about $70! BLOODY HELL!! I reckon we’ll be losing all those unwanted kilos here in Europe and come back skin and bone, begging for a proper meal and in need of “fattening up” So mum, have the Mac Cheese ready!

The backers we’re staying in at the moment is really great. Clean, modern, friendly and despite the fact that we’re sharing our room with 14 other people you don’t really notice it as the room is so large and you have your space. It’s really nice and defiantly the best backer accommodation we’ve had yet.

We don’t really have plans for our stay here in Dublin apart from taking it easy and visiting the all important Jameson and Guinness distilleries. As nice as Dublin is we’re REALLY looking forward to getting out and seeing the natural beauty Ireland has to offer.

written by  Chris and Emily on May 22, 2009 from Dublin, Ireland
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We had a nice day today, taking our time in packing and organizing before we head out to meet Chris’ rellies who also live in Bristol. We'd met these lovely ladies when they popped over to Tassie a year or two back and it was lovely to catch up with them again over a leisurely lunch. We really love being able to meet up with all the family and friends this side of the world and the hospitality and support we’ve had from them all has been amazing.

We braved another trip to the post office today, and I have to say in all honesty that popping into the post office in the UK is the worst chore for me. I absolutely hate it with a passion. I just find the whole thing such a nasty, expensive ordeal and I can’t believe how much they charge for simple things and the way that you have to line up in different queues just so that you can buy a card and then another to pay for postage and… argh! I just HATE it!! We HAD to post some stuff off today and I begrudgingly handed over an exuberant amount of money for it and again complained aloud to the cashier. I think from now on Chris will be doing the posting; it’s just too much for me!

We made it back to our Bristol base to book a taxi for tomorrows ungodly hour departure and continue on packing before an early night for our massive day ahead tomorrow.

written by  Chris and Emily on May 21, 2009 from Bristol, United Kingdom
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We dragged ourselves out of the backers, into the car and onto Tantagel once more. We arrived nice and early so there were not many other tourists about which was really nice, you don’t often have an attraction to yourself here! We loved Tantagel the first time we stopped there and had really been hoping to make it back for a better look and wander about and with the place pretty much to ourselves we were able to have a good look about the cliff tops and at all the ruins, it’s just an amazing place to visit.

Ruins of Tentagel

We moved on from this gorgeous spot and made our way back towards Bristol, we had a schedule to keep as we had to return the hire car today. It wasn’t so bad, we were able to see a few things, take a few stops, have lunch and make our way back in comfortable time. It was good to see Ann and Bryan once more and to be ‘home’ We’d been invited out that night to celebrate one of Jens friends 27th birthday, but the combination of little sleep and a full on day of sight seeing and driving we were totally knackered and regretfully declined the offer, I just don’t think they have appreciated us having to prop ourselves up and prize our eyes open in an effort to be social. An early night in a bid to catch up on all our lost sleep and get over the grumps.

written by  Chris and Emily on May 20, 2009 from Newquay, United Kingdom
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Our main destination today was Lands End which is the south western most point of the UK, but on the way decided to stop and see a few of the sites, the first being Penzance. We “paid and displayed” for only an hour in this town, and I have to say that this was even too long to stay. I’m not trying to be cynical or mean, but this place was just so darn boring and bland. It had no character and everyone we passed seemed to be off to a funeral or something, there were no smiles or happy atmosphere. Apart from an old codger who rode his bike past us and gave us a nod, no one seemed to accept our exsistance, so after a quick stroll around the water front and town we moved on.

We then arrived at a place I sadly forget the name of (but vow to find out) which had an amazing outdoor amplitheatre that was built by an elderly lady and two gardners back in the days of the war. This theatre is carved into the side of a cliff and has an amazing back drop of the Atlantic Ocean and some amazing cliff faces, it’s just stunning! While we (smuggled) and ate our lunch here we watched as staff set up equipment for a band who are to perform tomorrow night. It was nice to get a rough idea of how they set up for performances and where they place various equipment, I found it all really interesting and made me realise how much I miss doing creative and performing arts. I vowed to myself that once we get home I’ll take up something creative once more!

After this wonderful detour we head off to Lands End. Again it was an amazing coastal line of cliffs, ocean and wind. You can’t go anywhere around here without gale force wind, which after a while really gives you the pips! We were practically blown to the cliff top that is the very most south western tip where we took photos of the coastal line and took time to discover some of the little paths and rocky areas that make up this attraction. It was nice here, but as I said, after a while you get over the wind and all you want to do is get the hell out of it, so we really didn’t end up staying quite as long as we could have on a nice clear, calm day.

We decided to go back to Newquay via St Ives which meant travelling on some tight little windy roads. While these roads weren’t so fun to be on, they certainly weren’t as bad as we had been expecting. So many people had told us that these roads were awful and ‘death traps’ and I could see how they might be if you were travelling fast and an irresponsible driver (or if you encounted one of these said drivers) but they weren’t as horrid as we were anticipating, thankfully!

We made it back to Newquay in time for the ‘almost free parking’ (two pounds to park over night in a carpark, bit of a rip off seeing as it doubles as the accommodations carpark and on their web site it’s classed as “free parking”) Quick bite to eat at the Walkabout pub (def the cheapest pub meals we’ve come across yet) and back to the room to read, write, people watch from our window and generally chill out!

We drove steadily on through the day, taking the wrong turn only once and took time to stop at both “Arthurs Stone” and Tentagil Castle. Sadly, Arthurs stone is nothing to write home about. You pull into a dirt parking lot and make your way to a small little ‘building’ to pick up your tickets ( 3 pound each for the record) and then make your way through a paddock which is home to many many sheep, past a horrid power station that buzzes hideously, down a steep little path that has a picnic table in the middle of it (?!) which you have to either climb over or walk around (which means going through a soggy part of the paddock) over a little bridge, through a walk way surrounded by blue bells (this part was lovely) over a road and into another paddock which they claim was the setting for King Arthurs very last battle, which just so happened to be against his evil and illigitment son Maudrid. Ho hum. I don’t believe it. It looks as if someones looked out their back window one day and gone “you know what luv? I reckon we could milk some suckers into believin’ that soggy paddock is a historic site. I reckon we charge ‘em an arm and a leg, we’ll just pop up a few “official” lookin signs up, add a few ‘historic’ bits and bobs about, and hey presto, bobs ya uncle, we’ll be rich! Bloody fools!” (obviously this ‘entrepenur’ was an occa… the Brits would have been saying things more like “Maudred my dear, I do believe we could cleverly disguise our back field as the final battle grounds of his holiness King Arthur… anyway, I’ve diverted off the subject.. back to the story!) You then walk down a path to a little running river and stand on a platform and look down to see a large stone that has some latin inscription. This apparently once upon a time use to be part of a bridge, and is inscirped “here lies Ma” Now, how that translates to “King Arthurs stone” has me a little bemused, but, I’ll take there word for it. You then walk a little further down stream and come to the “secret garden” which isn’t really so secret anymore, not with all the big signs that are up all over the joint. It’s not such a garden either, it’s a pile of rocks, so again, not so impressed. The best part about today was the walk though the blue bells, that was really pretty!

We then drove onto Tintagle Castle, and oh my word, THIS was awesome and believable! A huge castle obviously once stood on the cliff tops of this amazing coast line, and my god, who ever built the place must have had bloody good legs! It’s incredibly steep and winds its way over the cliff top and sides, just amazing to see! It was incredibly windy here today, so much so my eyes watered terribly and rended me blind for a bit, which scared the crap out of me as I was walking along the cliff top where there were no barriers to stop you falling. Chris was my hero for the day (and always) though and offered me his sunnies, which did help with the wind and allowed me to see again. It was just breath taking though, amazing cliff faces, the ocean, the castle ruins, the seal we saw lazily swimming below (it was a very large seal for the record!) We’d have loved to spend more time there but unfortunantly had to move on as it was getting late and we still had to find our accommodation for the night. We did vow to come back here though on the way home and spend longer exploring.

Newquay wasn’t so hard to find, though there was a scary moment when the GPS died (someone forgot to recharge it’s batteries.. no names… Chris…) so I had to navigate the old school way, with a humungous road map. I managed to get us to Newquay, but it wasn’t without it’s yelling and carrying ons believe me!  Our accommodation is at a backpackers right on the water front. We’d booked a 4 man dorm and were able to score this room to ourselves (always a huge bonus!) the rooms not all that fantastic (nor clean, sand in the beds, bins not changed, dirty mop in corner, beer glasses under the bed and the list continues!) but the view from the window is fantastic! We look out right over Newquay beach and are able to lie in bed and watch the surfers and those walking their dogs etc, it’s a nice way to chill out. So, we’ve opened up the window wide to let in all the fresh air and to be lulled to sleep by the sound of the crashing waves, can’t ask for more than that (apart from perhaps no sand in the bed…)

written by  Chris and Emily on May 18, 2009 from Newquay, United Kingdom
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We were woken by a huge down pour today, rain crashing down on the roof and lashing the window panes. It gave us quite a start but it was quite nice to watch as we lay in bed. It wasn’t really out door weather to say the least, so we relished in staying indoors and taking it easy! We had a productive day however, organized a car hire for tomorrow as to head to Lands End and Penzance etc, our transport to Heathrow for next Friday, our accommodation for various nights, emails and the likes. It felt good to get it all out of the way. We also had time to sit down and really look at Europe and talk about which routes we should take and how long we should try to stay in each etc.

As always, we had a Sunday roast which was lovely family get together. It was really nice to see Jenny again and also, we got to see Martin for a short time before he head off on his ‘biking, hiking and beer’ week away.

Chris and I have both been keen to watch the Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves DVD since being in Sherwood Forest and just this morning asked Jen if she owned a copy of this that we could borrow. Sadly she didn’t and a long discussion took place of how this was the best Hood film to be made and the consensus was that we all loved it. We’d resigned ourselves to the fact that we’d just have to wait awhile to see this film again, but then, when Jen was over we were sitting in the lounge and she said “Hmm, wonder what’s on telly tonight?” And lo and behold, she checked the guide and what do you suppose was? Good ol’ Robin Hood. We were very amused by this; it was such a random thing to have happen. So, we just got our Robin Hood fix and are about to head to bed. We have another day on the road tomorrow so, it means another early night for another early rise!

written by  Chris and Emily on May 17, 2009 from Bristol, United Kingdom
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We eventually found Chris a belt, which in itself doesn’t sound like such a feat, but when you’re looking for one that has a minimal amount of nickel in the buckle it can become quite a chore. Anyhow, we found a store that was selling belts and as we had a 20% off card for this place it helped with the purchase.
As Chris was paying I began to chat with the girls behind the till, they were impressed by our accents and even more impressed, and in awe of the fact that we were backpacking for 6 months. The young girl behind the till, who wore a top which I assume is fashionable, a short skirt and boots, face caked thick with makeup turned to me and said “I just don’t know how you do it, like, how do you know what clothes to take, like? I just couldn’t, I’d be lost without all me clothes and makeup, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it like” To which I nodded and agreed that knowing what clothes to bring can be difficult yes, but when travelling that’s not always your main priority, that you go to have experiences and adventures and to not worry about that sort of stuff.
The other girl shook her head and said “well, I couldn’t do it, I can’t live without my hair straightener” I have to admit, this struck a cord with me. I too find it hard without my hair straightener but I mentioned that there is a palm sized one for traveling that you can buy and that if you have a spare 1.5 hours to kill sitting there trying to iron it all out, then it’s no problem. I have one that sits in my backpack. I haven’t used it much and Chris keeps harping on about it saying that it’s a waste of space and that it’s just more weight for him to carry around. I refuse to get rid of it and remind him that we’re in England now, who knows when we might bump into the Queen and be invited back to hers for a bite to eat? In that case I’d like my hair straightened thank you to look my very best.

Anyhow, after the naivety of these two young, albeit, sweet girls, we moved on to the nearest cinema to see “Star Trek” On our way there we walked through a mall where I had a young promotions girl come up to me and try to hand me samples of her stores goods. I’m very tired of people on street corners trying to flog me things and ask for money for charity all the time. Normally I’ll drop a few pennies in, but as we’re travelling in a large place that is so darn expensive I now try to keep all our pennies for ourselves, before we end up a charity.
So, anyway, this girl comes up and sticks this promotional flyer thing in my face and I was polite in saying “no thank you” and as she’d shoved this thing in my face I’d walked into two girls, who I apologized too, but as I walked away the promotions girl screamed over her shoulder (and I kid you not when I say screamed, she truly did!) “No, thank YOU!!!!!” Her voice going up octaves and becoming more hysterical as she did so. I didn’t like her attitude so I yelled back “YOU’RE WEL-COME!!” I wanted to add a rude word on the end but I resisted it and instead went on my way muttering about how incredibly rude she was when I had been polite to start with.

We found the cinema in the end and made it in time to see “Star Trek” which Chris has been waiting to see since the promos came out last year or so. I was rolling my eyes, but you know what? I really enjoyed the film. It’s not as nerdy, of sci fi, or as trekki as I thought it would be. All in all it was good, 4 out of 5 on my taste scale. After this we made a quick stop off at the pub on the way home for a cider before catching the bus home.

written by  Chris and Emily on May 16, 2009 from Bristol, United Kingdom
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