Pretty self-explanatory title there. Its a phrase to explain how god damn hot its been these last few days, and im so tired because of it. Was at Heathrow Airport yesterday, and the drive from where i stayed the night before was a good 3 hour drive (plus half hour stop in a village). Then we sat inside the airport when we got there to pick up my cousin Sophia. The airports are amazing huge and strange complexs, and it confuses me why they are so massive?! Sure there are alot of passengers that arrive there everyday, but no way did they need to make the place THAT BIG! Seriously, I lost four of the people I was with, purely because we didn't keep an eye on them. Could find them for a good 5 minuets and they was in the exact same building on the exact same floor as us, so to lose them for 5 minuets is a rather impossible achievement. I also saw a rather disterbing about of "shifty people" in Terminal 4, so I got spooked and did what all sensible people do... You suspect everyone of being a terrorist!
After that we got back into the car for the drive home, and the drive home was a nightmare. I don't know what it is about London roads, but they take you for miles and miles and you still end up in London. How big is the place! Really! On the M4, trying to find a way to get back to Grantham without endding up going down the M25 (accident/breakdown caused massive traffic), so we followed the M4 for a good hour, turning a couple of urns and just endding right back at Heathrow Airport again! Either we had dejavu, the heat got to us, or the driver was incompitent at directions! (probably the last one because SHE couldn't get the sat nav to work). Then after that, we endded up going down the M25 to get home anyways! Can you get out of London without going down the M25, because if so, our FEMALE driver didn't know it. Finally, after 4 HOURS of car travel and heat, we endded our journey and I endded up at my cousin's house, watching abit of Glastonberry on TV. Dizzee Rascal, Snoop Dogg and Gorrilaz was the main things and they was good. I would say "totally, freekin' awsume with a side order of mind-blowing nuts", but I only watched it on a television. It makes it suck alot more balls, and there wasn't HD, so it didn't look awsume either. The band and musicians did there best and it looked like fun if you was there, but watching it on a TV is more torture than something you would want to do. Seeing all them happy faces enjoying themselves, while you sit in the corner of a crowded room, watching the musicians faces and hearing them in crappy tones. Well fuck you Glastonberry, I wont be watching you again, unless i am actually at Glastonberry. Blog. Out.
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