Just a short post today- i hope.
I'm rather excited (though that doesn't take much) because I'm going to London in a few days to go and watch my school's team play rugby. There are a few things you have to understand about this.
1) I don't have much of a clue about Rugby at all, i just wanted to go to London, and there are some people in the team i know.
2) My best friend is hoping some of the players are hot so that will be a small consolation for getting up at 4.00 am to drive down to London in time to watch a sport which looks to me like a huge fight.
3) Despite these things, I'M STILL EXCITED because i will get to wear lots of blue eye make up and paint my face.
The reason why this post is called 'Twickenham- where dreams are made' is because all the simple country folk around and about here seem to think that London is some kind of fantasy land (they don't get out much). It's kinda like this- if you can't take your sheep with you, you don't go. This rules out most interesting places. Obviously, i'm excited for the team for getting to final of this national competition and i suppose playing the final at Twickenham is a big deal for them, and of course, i want to support them (that's why i'm going) even if it means being up at all hours, and looking really stupid (that doesn't make much of a change!).
And, London is an amazing place - i want to go and live there when i'm older because i'm sick of the countryside, but for some reason all this rushing around screaming about it sounds all a bit hectic for those poor farmers! It's not good for them - normally it's front page news if an animal escapes, so this MUST be too much.
Anyway, like i've said, i'm probably as excited as anyone, even if it's just a rugby match, and now i've written this i've just realised how contradictary this is for talking about over-exited farmers when i'm over-excited, so excuse me for writing a load of complete bollocks. My only excuse is that listening to IAMX and trying to write this at 3.00am is not a good combination, but i seem to write that on every post (or something similar).
The point of this post was basically a warning- if in the next few days i post raving about how wonderful London is, simply for existing, then the rugby has gone to my head, and i can't take any more of being trapped in 'cow-muck county'. If i have a good time there, i'll definately blog about it, so beware.
So much for a short post!
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