Walking Home...

There are a couple of things to talk about this morning, yes at 4am. To explain, I've had a good night out with some friends in town and I cant lay down to go to sleep when I'm a bit drunk. I go all dizzy then feel sick and that's not good for anybody so I'm now writing a blog to pass the time and sober up a little.

So walking home tonight made me think about writing this blog actually. I HATE walking home. It's as simple as that, I dont mind walking to places, it is just walking all the way back home that bugs me. Its because I want to be back as soon as possible and obviously I cant teleport so I have to walk. It would be easier if I learnt how to drive, yes Dad I know, but it wouldnt help when I'm drunk. So yeah instead of walking home I run/jog home. Even if I'm drunk like tonight I jogged home even though I was quite drunk. It was probably a funny sight for people that saw me but I just wanted to be home so I got home the quickest and obviously cheapest way I knew how. Jog.

On my travels tonight however, I found a strange and particularly creepy situation that gives me a chill down my spine just thinking about it now. As I was jogging home, there was a small and probably old lady with a long black coat on and a blue shopping bag walking on her own. Now normally I would have offered to take her home or ask if she wanted assistance. However, tonight I carried on jogging, not because I'm heartless or drunk. Its because of this stupid "world will end today" thing. In the back of my mind I thought, "well what if shes like a zombie or something, I dont want to be the first of an outbreak". The thing is I'm really not lying I really thought that and carried on jogging past her. It wasnt my imagination either if any of you are thinking that I just saw a tree or something, I looked at this woman about 5 times just to make sure as I was jogging past her. That is the first time though I have ever been creeped out by something walking/jogging back at night.

Anyway on a lighter note, I thought I would talk about when I was younger at this time of year and well, most times of the year when I had a school holiday. Me and my mates would normally go Christmas Caroling around a housing estate to try and get some money for sweets and stuff the next day. This lasted until I was about 14 when my voice started to break and it was a little less convincing to the people we were Caroling too. But this brings me to my point that me and my mates were always looking to find a bit of money to pay for some sweets. Looking back at it, I think we were quite innovative, or the fact we would just do anything for sweets. In the summer, we would get a bucket and sponge and ask people if we could wash their cars, we would end up getting about a tenner and go crazy and buy loads of penny sweets. Mind you round my area they werent penny sweets, they were 5p and 10p sweets. It was just the way our local shop did small sweets really.

Come to think of it, I really miss those days, I mean I love what I got now and being older and having the privileges of being older but being young was a good time for me. Even when growing up with ginger hair. Anyway I hope you had fun reading my late night blog. I hope I havent made any grammatical errors, I'm normally quite good at keeping typing together when I'm drunk, it just takes me a bit longer to write the sentences.