As I write this, I've been sat at home watching Sky Sports News in my boxers long enough for the same news stories to come around twice. It's just gone half past 11 and I'm still yet to achieve anything in the day (assuming that eating a bite-size Pepperami doesn't count), and to be quite honest, this makes me a bit depressed. You see, for the past 3 weeks I have been on a coach trip around Europe, seeing some of the most fantastic sites ever, and meeting some of the most amazing people that anyone could've wished for. Usually, by half past 11, we'd have had a walking tour around Berlin, or we'd have been round Vatican City, or perhaps to see the Louvre in Paris, whereas my day so far consists of waking up about 10am, checking Facebook and attempting to watch mindless television. I say 'attempting' because I'm currently finding it very difficult to watch anything on TV, purely because the majority of it is, like I said, mindless. Before the trip, I had watched every episode of Big Brother (don't judge me, please), but now, I can't watch it because it's too boring. I'm not complaining though, it's probably a good thing.
Myself and Matt were getting increasingly depressed yesterday, and so decided to go for a random drive to, in his words, "somewhere remotely European". Now, I don't know if you've ever been to Hull, but finding such place close by would actually involve crossing the channel to France, again, and as much as I would've loved to do that, it probably would've been a bit impractical considering my tea was at 7pm and it was already 3pm. So anyway, we drove off into the countryside, expecting (or rather, hoping) to find Jungfrau or any kind of mountainous scenery round every corner. Naturally, we were disappointed on each occasion, and instead had to settle for the complete and utter flatness that surrounds Hull. (Note: This is by no means a bad thing, it's just not what we wanted to see at that time). To make matters worse, we were listening, intentionally, to songs that reminded us of being on the PARTY BUS! and ones that made us feel even more depressed ('No Woman, No Cry' was almost a real tearjerker). Thankfully, I held back the tears and managed to get us safely to a quaint little pub where we stopped for afternoon tea and a scone. Incredibly European, I know, but nevertheless, it momentarily made us un-depressed. A good result I'd say.
To be fair, the scones were REALLY good, as you can tell from Matt's chuftness.I was going to go into detail about the trip, and do the clichéd 'favourite moments' thing. I did start like that but after 3 paragraphs we hadn't even got into Dover yet and plus, I'd probably end up jumping off the Humber Bridge from clinical depression if I had to relive all the amazingly good moments. (For anyone who doesn't know, the Humber Bridge is probably Hull's most famous landmark (alongside The Deep, 'the world's only submarium', woo!) and also a cheap and simple form of suicide). Anyway, on a lighter note, I would have to say that the past 3 weeks were the best 3 weeks of my life, and the whole thing was undoubtedly the 'Trip of a Lifetime'. It will definitely be very, very hard to ever beat it.
Same again next year then, guys?
