Virginia Water Walk! (Blog 138)

This is going to be a very interesting blog for me, and you won’t find out why until the end. So keep reading. :O Anyway, me and my friend decided to go for a walk in Virginia Water. (Yes, I used a somewhat unimaginative entry title). But before really setting off, there were some very alluring treats in front of us (or rather me) at the attraction… in the form of frozen desserts! Yes, yes, yes, for the third or fourth time now, I know I said I’m trying to limit my sugar intake. (I’m not going in to all of the circumstances I’ve decided it’s ok for me to let loose). However, when I saw an ice cream van I had to get what was on offer, as I hadn’t had a snack from such a place in years. I can tell you this much, the last time I got one, it was a lot cheaper. For one of my size with a decadent three chocolate flakes, I would have paid half the price, back in the day. :S

Lots of walking followed, and I got hungry again. When I bought myself a hotdog from a mini shop, I noticed a pot with ‘tips are welcome’ written on it. Tips are welcome? Well duh. I’ve never heard of any kind of business that doesn’t want to make money. What would be the point? I suppose a shop COULD potentially be a kind of practice/work experience thing that is about honing the seller’s skills, but such an example would be weird as hell. How hard is it really to do basic heating up and data entering into a small cash machine? Why not just save time and dive right into it? Ok, maybe the worker’s personalities could hypothetically need working on because they’re so terrible, but again, how hard is it to tone things down? I didn’t notice any psychopathic traits from the worker, he didn’t have blood stains all over him and he didn’t seem completely out of control. Therefore, he is either perfectly fine or his strange if not unique practicing is paying off. Who knows which at the end of the day?

Soon after eating my munchables and my friend drinking his drinkables, he said he wanted to go pee in a nearby pub. Yes, it wasn’t me saying that, meaning my medication is working! Who would ever imagine laxatives could be used to STOP you going to the toilet? (Well stop you wizzing anyway, of course they don’t stop you pooing. Medicine that stops you crapping yourself to death DOES exist, but they’re certainly not laxatives). Anyway, I may have failed to resist temptation with my ice cream (come on I haven’t had one from a van in years), but I did resist getting a beer. So I’m not an alcoholic, but I am a potential diabetic. This may be controversial, but I’m not sure which is worse.

So why is this blog special? I didn’t actually talk about the blog subject of walking at all, which was what pretty much all me and my chum did! Please see my point of view, though. I’ve frequently written about very similar topics, and what material can I really get out of seeing tree after tree after tree? To be honest, I need a bit of a break from my comedy website so I can gather more ideas, which is fine as I have some music stuff coming up that needs doing! And until next time (most likely the 1st of June)… Bye!