End of the Road revisited.

I thought that I'd should write a bit more about EotR since it was a good festival. There was a good mix of music and a nice 'scene', while there was more people this year, it didn't really feel to over crowded. The food was amazing, my favourite was the crepe places and also the rotisserie chicken food place.

I fell in love with the young lady who served the chicken (I called her Lady Rotisserie). I saw her away from the chicken counter and thought hmm, I should say something to her. But then decided not to because she seemed busy. Then on the final night, we were all walking to see Joanna Newsom and while walking past I told everyone 'Now is the time to talk to her!'. Alex told me 'Don't do it, you'll make her awkward and you'll embarrass yourself'. I thought hmm no I won't, I'll be ok, my brain will think of something. We got to the crowd and I suddenly turned around and said 'I'm doing it'. I walked up to the chicken counter and saw that the Lady was cleaning, she was alone and wasn't serving anyone. PERFECT! I finally got to the counter. And that's when I forgot how to speak (while I mentally planned the walking up bit in minute detail, I didn't apply the same attention to the speaking part (some would say the most important part)). She looked up and saw me just standing there, kind of staring at her and also looking around, fidgeting. Then she started staring at me in return (probably thinking why is this handsome person starring at me?. I mumbled 'Errr, Heeeeelllo, I really like your chicken'. She replied 'Great, thanks'. I was really struggling now. 'Heh, er how do you make it?'. She was obviously getting weirded out by now since she had gone back to her cleaning 'I dunno, we just season it and cook it'. My brain was going mental. 'Do you get a chance to watch the bands?', I thought good Will, that's better. She perks up, 'Yeah I'm looking forward to seeing Joanna Newsom'. While most people would capitalise on this, my brain was still having a mild panic attack. I didn't capitalise. 'Oh wow, yeah she's good'. Wondering where she lives (for some reason I thought I could take her climbing), I said 'Where you guys based?' (I thought it would be rude (and weird) to ask her straight away 'Where do you live?'). She replied 'Well, The companies from Shrewsbury, but I'm from Manchester'. This is where it went downhill. Realising that I could no longer effectively court her, since we're so far apart, my brain goes into abort mode. I struggled to think of something to say. I have poor knowledge of Manchester except that it's relatively close to the Peak and there's climbing centres there (I must add that while thinking about Manchester, I was just standing there, starring right her her with a blank look on my face). All of which didn't help my reply. 'Oh Great, er, there's good climbing in Manchester'. Oh god, why did you say that? She replied 'Ah right, climbing'. My brain was thinking Game Over by this point, no use it saving it, best head off and get a crepe, ah yes a crepe, those things are delicious, which one should I get? Obviously a banana, sugar and butter one. Yes, it's decided, I'll get a crepe. Realising that I was still staring at the girl with a weird vacant expression on my face due to thinking intensely about crepes, I lurched back to reality. I said 'Cool, have fun at Joanna Newsom, I'm going to get a crepe. Cheerio!'. Walking off, I thought to myself Ahh that went well. Hmm, I've got more confident since then.

She was very pretty and worked for the Roaming Rotiserrie company, if anyone knows her, can they tell her that I'm really not that weird.

This was the campsite when we arrived at the 2009 festival, the 2011 one was busy

This is Neko Case

This is Explosions in the Sky

Skills

I have been training for a climbing holiday in Hueco, Texas for the past few months now. Today I feel shattered. Had a climb at Reading yesterday and I felt bad there too. I think my body is destroying itself. The day before yesterday (Wednesday) I went to the Climb in Amersham and had a woody board/campus board session. That felt good, I felt like I was getting stronger. Then I went home and hanged out with Nick and Kat for a bit. Then they went to bed and I went to my room. I knew what I had to do. I had to regulate. It had been weeks since I last killed people in a virtual environment. I remember a kid at school saying to me 'You know Will, everyone has a talent, God gives us these gifts. Look, you have a talent at throwing'. Hmm, that's true I am amazing at throwing but I wasn't satisfied by that. Anyone can throw. I needed something more substantial. I no longer believe in a deity (stopped believing in my pre-teens). Hmm. I was going to build this up into something interesting but I've lost my train of thought because my colleague has just asked me if I knew where some labels were and after helping her out, I am now lost in a blizzard of thoughts. Basically what I was trying to build up to was that I have a talent at FPS console games. Like Call of Duty and Battlefield Bad Company 2. I mean, I'm seriously good. I worked out that my equivalent bouldering grade would be about 8B, maybe 8B+, definitely 8B base level. I don't even play that much anymore. Ahh yes, that's the reason why I'm writing this, I was training and then I went home and played a bit of Battlefield. I jumped into a game, armed myself with the M1 Garand to instantly handicap myself (it's an 8 shot WWII era rifle, when everyone else uses modern assault rifles with optics). Kill after kill, I was dominating. So amazing. I killed this sniper who was trying to bitch me, but I bitched him. I ran off and saw 4 snipers on a hill in the distance. I ran back to where I slaughtered the other sniper and picked up his rifle. I aimed at the snipers on the hill. 4 shots, 4 deaths. Spectacular. I won the game and the next 3 games. I was well chuffed. Especially after not playing for ages. It's nice to have a talent*.

Also, going up to Sheffield this weekend, should be nice to see other people.


*Well five if I include: my fighting ability, singing, wit and being deceptively strong. Unfortunately, I never use my fighting skills much since another talent I have is to have panic attacks. Hmm, not really panic attacks as such, maybe more 'getting scared' moments. Hmm. I haven't actually been in a situation where I would even have to punch someone. I guess it's due to my charming nature. Plus, I don't think having panic attacks would classify as a talent, it's probably more of a hindrance if anything.