» Running away

Gotta love those Train Conductors...
I was a bit of a dramatic child, and whenever anything didn't go my way i'd do something extreme to get a reaction. Thankfully i'm (slightly) more mature now.

Anyway, when I was about 11 or 12 I decided to run away, not as i'd done in the past, down the local park with a sleeping bag and a couple of packets of crisps, but to Scotland, where the majority of my family live. I had no idea how, but decided to walk down to the motorway and try and hitch. The motorway is quite a way away, and I got a lot of funny looks walking along the back roads with no pavements to get there.

When I finally reached the motorway (the A14) I stuck my thumb out and hoped for the best. There weren't many takers, and after about an hour I was about to give up when a small Fiat pulled up behind me. I ran to the car and was greeted with a man with long hair and in a Metallica T-Shirt. As we drove along, I told him my plan, and to his credit, he didn't tell me to stop being a muppet, instead he said he would buy me a ticket for the train, on the condition I get permission from my mum. So we get off the motorway and head back into Cambridge to his mate's house to use his phone.

My mum didn't answer, and the guy couldn't be convinced to buy me the ticket anyway. I had my heart set on the train plan now, and was going to do it, no matter what. So the guy took me to the train station anyway, and rather than buying me a ticket, gave me a tenner for some food on the way.

I was shitting myself, as the furthest i'd bunked the train before was a couple of stops on the local village route. I got out at Peterborough, having no idea what to do next. So I got on a train to Sheffield. On the way I was asked for a ticket, which of course I didn't have. I told the conductor my story and he took pity on me. He got his map out, and told me the route to go, and the times of the trains to catch. I had to spend the night in Sheffield Train Station, not a nice experience when you're a scared 11 year old and the waiting room is full of weird people you don't know. Thankfully nothing happened and I got the 6 am train to Glasgow.

I'd like to meet the driver of the Fiat and the Conductor again to thank them, as without them I would have got no-where near Glasgow in double the time.

A two day journey to Scotland me and my family will never forget.
(Wed 16th Aug 2006, 18:36, More)

» Apparently I'm a sex offender

Can a 12 year old boy even do this...?
When I was 12 I had a lot of female friends, as I was outgoing, cocky, confident, everything that other unsure 12 year olds love in a peer. Anyway, while I was with one girl, kissing, exploring etc, my friend came knocking at my window, asking me if I wanted to come break some stuff he had just found. Being a 12 year old I chose this over getting busy with this girl, although I would live to regret it. So off I went, broke some stuff, played in the street until 10 o'clock (summers were so much more fun back then, weren't they?) and went to bed content from a day of football, breaking stuff, and touching some breasts.

The next day when I was at school, I decided I didn't like this girl anymore, and my best mate decided the same. So off we went to tell her. She took it rather well, in fact she didn't say anything, just turned and ran away. Job done, we thought. That is until later that day, when I was taken out of class by the headmaster. Nothing unusual there, it was generally a daily occurence, so off I went to his office, with the naughty things i'd done that week running through my head as usual. I never imagined what it would be though, as he sat me down, and proceeded to explain how the girl who I had just dumped had accused me of RAPE. that's right, not pulling her hair, or writing rude words in her notebook, but rape. I can't remember what I said to this, but the disbelief must have been apparant, as after an hour talking to the police, they believed me, and later my mum told me that the police believed that the girls mother had instigated the whole thing, and it was fairly obvious who was telling the truth.

I actually feel sorry for her now, as her mum was obviously a few varieites short of a Heinz.
(Thu 24th Aug 2006, 11:44, More)

» Irrational Hatred

Last thing you need when you first wake up...
...Is to grab the juice from the fridge to find some twunt has left a spit's worth left in the carton. Or the morans who scrape their butter back into the tub when they finished. No-one wants your week-old stale toast crumbs, cheapskate!
(Mon 4th Apr 2011, 8:43, More)

» DIY fashion

Every little helps...
Not me, but my friend told me recently how her and her sister used to dress up in clothes made out of Tescos bags. Apparantly they used to go swimming in them and everything. Well, they were villagers. And 8. So I think i'll let them off.
(Thu 24th Aug 2006, 16:08, More)