Good Intentions In Good Times

It's been a good couple of days, really, of school. Not too much work. Did well in my mocks. Had an impromptu barbecue, had a meal at Cromwell's. Good stuff.




On Wednesday, Lowco had the idea of having an Upper Sixth barbecue on the house pitch, seeing as it was a beautiful, sunny afternoon devoid of rain, cold and little ice things that crash onto your head called hail. We already had the grill, and a monstrous George Foreman grill at that, courtesy of Mike, and all we needed was the food. Me, Clive and Geo just happened to want to go to town that afternoon, so we ended up with the burden of having to buy the food and possibly facing the wrath of a dozen hungry sixth-formers if our choice of food was shit.





When Geo left town to go back to school for rowing - which isn't technically a sport, it's a form of physical and mental torture - it was just me & Clive to do all the shopping. With about £20 between us, we bought a massive amount of food. We found a place that sold 20 burgers for £1. It was amazing. We ended up in the end buying more than we needed. We could have possibly fed a small African nation for two weeks:

24 beef burgers
32 sausages
8 turkey burgers
6 vegetarian sausages (especially for moi. Hahaha)
8 cornettos
10 fruit splits
16 cheese slices
16 hot dog rolls
24 burger buns
and some other stuff I can't remember

All this for less than £20. We were quite pleased with ourselves. Heh.



The barbecue itself was a good laugh. Lying on the grass, eating burgers and sausages, playing frisbee. It was a good old-fashoined barbecue. Of course the only bad thing was the housemaster, Vicars, wasn't too happy because we didn't tell him beforehand.



It might be the stress of having to deal with a newborn baby. I'm not sure. I am yet to see this little Jack Francis Hugh Vicars. I think that is his full name. And the English claim we have long names. Their middle names are unnecessary. They have names like William Patrick Edward Nicholas Ian Shelly Hunter. Who in their right mind would give their child six first names? Then they try to cover it up with initials and nicknames. Willy P.E.N.I.S. Hunter.

Yesterday evening's meal at Cromwells was really good. Of course seeing as I am a vegetarian, I didn't have much choice in terms of food. Hahaha. But it was still all good anyway. The waffles were amazing, and the ice cream. Oh, the waffles. I want more waffles with butterscotch on it. The walk back to school was such a good laugh. One of the most unexpected things happened, but I'm not gonna talk about it here. Hahaha.

Good times.

Signing out