So today people were ripping the Michael out of me for having a girlfriend. Is it my fault that I'm capable of conversing with the opposite sex rather than simply remaining a one-dimensional football- or Glitterpony-obsessed machine? They are just jealous, I notice that all the mick-takers haven't got friends of their own. And I'm not the only one in my class to have a special friend ...
Anyway, in Scouts I donated my sack of cheap tinned spuds and we played Nocturnal Murderer where they turn the lights off and you move around obstacles (chairs) silently (fartily) and I always win because I fell in the nightvision cauldron as a baby and I see all, like the Terminator on whom I model myself.
He showed us many slides on the OHP, most of which were the right way up, and he explained all about their adventures and how he swapped badges and stuff with Scouts from across the world.
They all played many games and it's nice to see that the ideas of one Baden-Powell have spread globally. He got to go on a bullet train and see the earthquake research centre and Hong Kong and brought back some sushi for us to try, I didn't as I couldn't be sure how old it was.
We all looked at his extensive collection of goodies but I must admit there was extensive shuffling of uncomfortable botties during his brave exhibition. Afterwards there were questions, most were about the Pokémon display.
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