Winning in Windsor? (Blog 141)

Yesterday, me and a friend planned a walk from Egham to Windsor. Sounds perfectly normal right? Well not so much when you consider the fact the land of eggs is basically famous for nothing and neither of us live there. My chum had to drive us to the area. However, I just went along with the random idea, which is a bit of a habit of mine. That’s the curse of being an INFP/INFp, (whichever typing system you’re into. I don’t really understand the difference between Myers-Briggs and Socionics respectively). Basically, ‘Ps/ps’ tend to go with the flow, whilst ‘Js/js’ are the people who arrange everything. According to the hypothesis, anyway. For me to be a planner would be theoretically impossible as your type is determined from birth and can’t be changed. Me arranging a day out for myself would be like going faster than the speed of light. It can’t be done. Well, maybe I’ve just misunderstood the personality system, (perhaps for comic effect). That sounded a bit strange.

As we walked from Egham to Windsor, we decided to take the scenic route through The Savill Garden. After about half an hour we walked full circle. That wasn’t our plan, but hey, not to worry. We got a nice view of some trees along the way. Some kid in the background shouting ‘DIIIEEE!!!’ for whatever reason created a bit of a dark vibe, but he was too small and far away to hurt us, and he most likely wasn’t weaponised. So f**k it. Anyway, after doing a lap, we spotted a restaurant and decided to get some stuff there. I got a pizza and a beer. Apparently the meal was cooked with wood or something, and for whatever reason that’s good. Personally I just thought it was average for the money. The wood did nothing as far as I was concerned. The drink could be used as an excuse for poor judgement later on, but my teetotaling friend was stuck.

More walking followed and we reached our destination. One of the first things we saw in the picturesque and green town was a big statue of a man on a horse. I was unimpressed by it, but my friend insisted we see it up close. As expected, on further inspection it looked exactly the same as it did further a way, but bigger. I was more impressed by the castle in the distance. However, deep down I wasn’t too excited about the prospect of walking half an hour or so to see THAT a few times larger. But that’s what we did. Then we decided to go home. Again, that was a bit of an unusual and unfinished day out to me, but hey I agreed to it those few hours earlier. However, on closer inspection of the train station, (we couldn’t be bothered to walk anymore) the return journey wasn’t due to start for another 50 minutes. Thus, we went for a bit of a more normal exploration of the borough to pass the time.

We stopped off at a local Wetherspoons and I got a ginger beer as a rare treat. I explained in an earlier blog that sugar is said to be as addictive as crack cocaine and if you think that sounds stupid, I did actually try to drink every last drop of the drink. I’ve heard of a cold turkey alcoholic gulping down a lava lamp out of desperation and I guess in an attempt to fill the void. Similarly I ate all of my ice cubes and my slice of lime when I knew my soda was no more. I know that that’s not as extreme and certainly not as dangerous for my health, but my slightly strange habits did show my inner struggles to the witnesses.

After that, we finally got the train towards our abodes. Well we tried to, the vehicle in the depot didn’t actually go to Egham. Ok, that was quite a big thing to overlook for someone who was totally sober - yes my friend got the blame for the cock-up. It did go to the near-ish Staines though, so we stopped off there and rambled to my friend’s home where we basically did nothing. Still, it was better than hanging around the streets for the final train. I ‘played’ on his electric guitar, but if I was being honest it was quite possibly the worst instrument I’ve ever come across. To bend the strings, you’d have to a musical genius, because the action was so high. It was a bit of a joke the way it had 24 frets in 80s shred metal style, because fast and crazy playing was out of the question. I didn’t say that, though. Anyway, not long after, we successfully rode to Egham.

I know this sounds a bit ridiculous, but when exiting the public transport, we couldn’t find my friend’s car. Three large errors in a less than half a day? I’m done. Sorry, that’s it from me, bye.