All of WhatSadieDid must be able to prove what they’re worth by rapping the whole of this song*. Otherwise…yer out. *Props and choreography are not a necessity but every little helps.
Carry on camping.
Well look at us happy campers. When we set off in the morning we certainly looked the part. Wellies on, sleeping bags at hand, rucksacks on backs, tents in some poor soul’s arms.
All in all I actually really enjoyed myself. I hindsight of course. When you’re lying in a sleeping bag at 3 o’clock in the morning, rain battering against the tent with Jennifer’s legs as a pillow and Andrew using your own legs as a mattress, you’re hardly going to look the happiest of sorts.
I don’t think I will ever be considered an outdoorsy type. I proved this the morning after when I don’t think I helped put any of the tents away, instead struggling with my own sleeping bag (why do they make the sleeping bag bags so bloody small?)
BUT we all at WhatSadieDid survived the entire night unlike the 3 who bailed on us. They shall not be identified for security purposes.
I don’t think any of us can actually remember much of what actually happened. It was too cold for anyone’s brains to keep a hold on things. I do remember Sander/Zander(?) and Big Davey coming into our tent with Smartprice cider. How classy.
Here’s some shenanigans my memory bank managed to hold on to:
It’s official that WhatSadieDid enjoyed camping and would go again. Only when the forecast is set to be shining sun though. Please no more rain and severe cold snaps.
Heather x
Pizza Hut and mini golf to celebrate Jennifer turning 17! We’re in pizza hut less than 5 minutes, and I make a tit of myself by falling right through the middle of two chairs onto the floor. Oh yes, lets all laugh. I seem to be falling off chairs quite a bit lately actually. Anyway, we gave Jen her pressies, which she seemed to like! Then lots of pizza, yum yum. Well not for poor Halliki. It’s a rule though, if you go to pizza hut you order pizza. NOT pasta. Haven’t we learned anything from their failed attempt of changing the name to Pasta Hut? Just doesn’t work. We had a bit of trouble getting them to bring out the caterpillar cake, but when they did, we had fun embarrassing Jennifer, and of course eating the chocolate cake. Jennifer particularly enjoyed the, er… rump of the caterpillar. Make of that what you wish. We left the waitress a piece of cake as a tip. And a few quid incase she didn’t like chocolate cake. Then onto mini golf. It was very good. Andrew thinks I’m a cheat. Actually, him, Halliki and Megan just suck (sorry). They played good music, we found a rave cave, took loads of photos, and definetely annoyed everyone behind us but it was very fun. Scores of mini golf are as follows:
Megan: 80
Halliki: 78
Heather: 64
Jennifer: 64
Rebecca: 53
Andrew: 52
Nicola: 51
Carrie: 45
I’m the winner!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNIFER!
Carrie xo
MINI GOLF!
Introducing…
Megan - Posh and “mildly eccentric”. To outsiders looks like someone who enjoys the slightly ‘cooler’ things in life. In reality she listens to Duran Duran and would like to be Sally Bowles in Cabaret. If you cut her open “she would be a rainbow”.
Jennifer - Is almost completely over her musical snobbery thanks to the 1980s and Tom Jones. Has a passion for the sciences and is battling her love and admiration for Julie. Can play one song on the guitar yet is a “musical genius”.
Heather - Ginger and still stuck in the cheesy pop band phase with no hope of escape. Consumes an obscene volume of tea daily. The proud owner of a George Michael clock and wannabe owner of a Raspberry Beret.
Carrie - Yet to realise a love for the 1980s, she instead worships and adores Irene and Orwell respectively. The youngest of the bunch, she is scared by the fact that a teacher knows her birthday. Keen and talented harmonica player.
