For some or unknown reason recently I have not been sleeping at a normal times... I could easily stay wide-awake till 3am. But, lying in bed, you think, think about what's happened during your day, what will happen tomorrow, next week, possibly next year. Either way, you're thinking. The past hour, I have been thinking about the past.
I was thinking about those moments when someone cracks a one-liner and you're in a fit of hysterics for hours after. Come the following day you daren't think about what happened yesterday because you will burst into laughter on the bus to the town center, everyone looking at you like you should be locked up in some mental asylum. Anyway, I can honestly say I have had a few of those moments. I'm gonna share those with you, you probably won't find them even remotely funny but it will give you an insight to my sense of humour....
Eye-watering funny moment number 1. . . . .
Just to set the scene. I was on Southport beach on a what I can only describe it to be the most gustiest of days, with winds so strong you struggled to walk along in a straight line... Anyway, we thought it would be perfect to play football! With the whole beach pretty much to ourselves, what could possibly go wrong? My Dad kicked the beach-ball, it flew through the sky, and Simon managed to grasp hold of, he kicked the ball towards me. I tried to control but, failed. As I ran after the ball it seemed to be gaining more distance from me. It finally came to a stop, I stepped behind it and went to grab it. Suddenly a north-westerly wind blew the ball on it's travels again, as I took my eye off the ball, looking ahead, there was a women struggling to get up off the floor from her 'picnic' which was ridden with sand. Once again I was after the ball and it seemed to be attracted to this woman like some kind of magnetic force. With one last hard bounce off the floor, it flew into the sky and fell again, there was nothing I could do, you could just see it happening before you're eyes! The football clunked straight on top of her head which caused her to be lying flat on the floor, back where she started! The ball, continued to fly. As I ran past, out of breath I managed to quickly say, "I am soooo sorry but, that's my ball!" I didn't giver her a chance to reply. I still feel guilty to this day. All that space on the beach, only 4 people on that vast piece of land and my football STILL managed to give some innocent woman concussion. Why me?!
That's enough writing for one evening. More posts yet to come...
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