blood_winged: (USxUK - Nekodrag)
I've been slacking off a bit with entries lately but here I am again.

Last Thursday, I spent some very fun times with [livejournal.com profile] nasty_show. I was waiting until she got her entry up so I could snag her photos and if I could I would be lazy and link to it but it is unfortunately friends locked so here we go :V

We met up at about quarter to one because I was derpy and late, and I must have had one of the slowest and rudest bus drivers working for First. Pleh. Anyway I got there eventually and was very happy to see the squishy derp that is Holly because I love her face.

LOOK AT ALL OF THIS RIGHT HERE. Long entry is long. )

blood_winged: (America suspenders)
My sincere apologies, dear watchers that I haven't updated in the time I've been away but the last few days have been somewhat exhausting. Not in a bad way, but I seem to have been missing out on a lot of sleep as tends to happen when I'm required to actually get up before noon to go somewhere. Despite that it's been rather enjoyable - I can deal with sleep deprivation for a few days at least.

On Monday we arrived here, after a horribly, and ridiculously long train journey (I don't know why there isn't a more direct train to Reading, seriously, it would actually be quicker to go to London and then go to Reading from there) in which I fell asleep rather a lot and so on, that's all been talked about. Dad made his awesome cottage pie which I ate a whole third of and then we all sat around geeking out on our laptops. Because we're cool that way. I also swiped the keyboard from dad's old laptop which was fortunately the same model as mine, so I can now finally stop using a USB keyboard.

On Tuesday dad and I went down to Portsmouth, on the south coast, to see the HMS Victory, the flagship of the British fleet under Admiral Lord Nelson, during the Battle of Trafalgar in 1805.

There was more there than we thought there would be. Another ship, several small museums, and an exhibit on the third floor of a 250 year old building housing the sail flown by the Victory at the Battle of Trafalgar. The sail is so large that a third of it is rolled up, and it has to be kept in extremely stable conditions because of its age and delicacy, so photographs weren't allowed. It was still awesome to see it, though.

As well as the Victory, there was also the HMS Warrior, 'the first iron-hulled, armour-plated warship, built for the Royal Navy in response to the first ironclad warship, the French La Gloire, launched a year earlier'. We went on that one first.

(Photos are clickable as always)

Picspam here. )
Full album here.

After we were done there, we went down to the Mary Rose museum. The HMS Mary Rose was completed in 1512 under the reign of King Henry VIII. She was recovered in 1982 and unfortunately was undergoing some serious restoration work which won't be finished until 2012, so we couldn't see the ship herself. Still, there was a lot of neat stuff going on and dad took a photo of me in a helmet, which, if you really, really want to see it, is here.

We then went back to the flat and had pizza for dinner. I ate a lot of it and impressed everyone. Yay me.

Yesterday (Wednesday) we went into London to see Wicked, which I've been wanting to see for years, and it was awesome. I wasn't sure dad would like it but he did, and Amy liked it too. It seemed funnier than the American version. At least, it got quite a few laughs at parts that were obviously meant to be funny. I don't know, maybe that kind of thing just appeals to us more. I did the silly thing of putting my underground ticket into the same pocket as my phone, which meant it no longer worked in the machines. Luckily we weren't out sightseeing or something because that would have been an absolute pain. We had McDonalds that day. Om nom.

Then we came back home today, another long and boring train journey delayed by around half an hour by a slow train and then a fire at one of the stations ahead of us, and my sister had the urge to kill someone the entire way while the brat behind me for half the trip kept hitting the back of my seat. Not the most pleasant train journey I've ever been on but certainly not the worst.

Glad to be home, though. I missed my bed.
blood_winged: (America Happy)
Okay, it's been a while, and hell knows if I'll actually get this finished tonight, but here goes nothing.

On Friday we found ourselves in Leigh at two in the morning, waiting for the connecting minibus to take us to Knutsford so we could get on the coach. It took us eight hours to get to Dover because of bad weather and having to go off the motorway, and diversions we had to make to pick people up. The drive to Dover is, if you go straight, about five hours. I wasn't impressed, and I spent a lot of it somewhat bored since my phone battery doesn't handle ebuddy to well and it only lasted about four hours. I think I slept, a bit, and after a bit of a blip at Dover thanks to us being late for our ferry we were on our way to Calais. The sea had this strange mist over it, and I ventured up onto the outside deck (even though it was freezing and took a few photos, which if you haven't seen them will be in the album linked to at the bottom of this entry.

From Calais (France) we drove an hour and a half to Ostend, in Belgium. I can't say I was overwhelmed with the place though there was a very pretty ship in the harbour, which was all lit up as we left.



After we meandered around the town for a few hours we went to our hotel, and I was dealing with a steadily mounting urge to kill the people sat behind me on the coach. I'm sure you know the sort - the people who never shut up and complain about everything, while most of the things they complain about could be solved by them if they'd just stop complaining and deal with it.

Needless to say they were the bane of my existence for the entire weekend but I did my best to ignore them.

I crashed as soon as we got to the hotel. In my clothes. And slept for about twelve hours. On Saturday the day began bright and early and we set out for Valkenburg, Netherlands at 9am. People behind us were still complaining. I wanted to kill them all. They would not shut up about how the tour guide person on the bus wasn't telling them anything, but if they'd just shut up for five minutes they might have been able to hear him.

Anyway, we paid a little extra to be taken to some other markets in a placed called Maastricht. 'T was very pretty, and we had some mulled wine, which was nice. Also my idea, I swear mum and John had never had it before or something. It was so rich though, I couldn't even manage to drink one glass. After a couple of hours there we went to Valkenburg, which has its Christmas markets inside caves. It was very pretty, the only downside being that once you left, you couldn't go back in. It was also really freakin' cold, but I didn't mind that so much. Oddly, I wasn't really cold for the entire trip. I did buy some very cute gloves in Valkenburg - sort of suedeish and a light tan colour, with no fingers and fur around the edges. I also bought a candle shaped like a teapot and one of those glass things with bubbles inside that make a picture. People kept talking to me in Dutch! That's the problem about holidaying in northern Europe - if you're white-British, you don't look foreign enough XP

That night we had a meal in the hotel, which didn't go as well as we would have liked since the kitchen actually forgot about us and we were waiting two hours for our food. I wasn't that bothered, really - I'd had wine, I was just giggling - but mum was livid. It was a good thing the food was so good once we finally got it. I had steak.

Sunday saw us going home, but first we had a final stop to make, and one I'd been looking forward to. Bruges. The Venice of the North. It really was gorgeous, and I want to go again. I love places like that - where everything looks different and you just know you're in another country. Over the markets the bells in the Belfort en Hallen were ringing constantly and the snow had cleared but it still had a very Christmassy feel to it. It took us 20 minutes to walk to the markets from where the coach dropped us off, and when we found the edge of the main town centre there were lines of horse and carriages, with very enthusiastic drivers who would shout ahead in Dutch, French and English that we had to get out of the way because they weren't going to stop! 

Bruges is full of chocolate shops. Some of them have very strange things in them. The last thing I expected to see in what looked like a high-end chocolate shop was a row of chocolate penises. I admit I tittered a bit, though it made me wonder how that sort of thing would go over in England. Probably not very well.

We walked around Bruges for a few hours. I bought a snowglobe with the Belfort en Hallen in it, and a little dragon statuette, because I collect them. I also found a very nice mug with blue windmills painted on it and 'I love Holland' on the handle. The irony of buying it in Belgium did not escape me. I also had the most amazing waffle I have ever tasted - hot, with cream and strawberries on it. I was completely determined to eat the entire thing, even when it started falling apart.

It was so good ;~; I would very much like to go back to Bruges. I love places where I can walk around all day taking photos.

We crossed the channel at night this time, and then it took us a further eight hours to get home, by which time, my god, I was just glad to be home. I'd forgotten just how much stuff I'd bought.

After we got back, on the Tuesday, I was very ill. I did in fact lose ten pounds in ten days, which is the most weight I've lost in the past five or six years. Mother blames my eating habits, which would be fine if I hadn't had the same eating habits for the past three years (which she denies). If I ate like a normal person, I'd start putting on loads of weight, because I never do anything to burn it off.

*turns randomness switch on*

This.



gjkdfgfd

My dog has a weird lump on him. It's about the size of a pea and looks like a cyst. He's going to the vet tomorrow and my god I hope it isn't the 'C' word because if it is I might just be completely useless for all my assignments, which are due in four weeks. God that does seem like a long time doesn't it but it really isn't.

Holiday pics here

/end waffle.
blood_winged: (Norway & Iceland)
I can't remember where my last entry was and I can't be bothered to look so I'll just go from the beginning of the past few weeks and see how long this goes on for.

MCM wafflage )

Some fretting from me. )

The week after~ )
Game stuff. )
Just want to see the photos? Click here. )
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When we got to Venice, and it was a very odd feeling. It never really sunk in over the entire weekend that that was where we were, and once we got home it didn't feel like we'd been. I didn't feel as if I was abroad though I quite obviously was. This was our hotel, and our room. It had a staircase!

Picspamspamspamspam )
blood_winged: (America Happy)
Did you miss me? :3

Ramblings and pics to follow. Watch this space~

Epic Ramble )

Epic Picspam )
blood_winged: (Default)
That's York, not New York. Big difference, there, but all I can say is - WE HAVE THE ORIGINAL.

Moving on from that - we went to... somewhere, I forget the name... so my step-dad could do a drive that's been booked since before his birthday in February. He was driving an Aston Martin Vantage around a track, just for the epic. The weather was being more tsundere than I can remember it being for a long time. When we got there it was sunny, then it got cold, then it completely bucketed it down for about fifteen minutes, then suddenly, it was so warm I had to take off my coat. Wtf, England.

Well, here are some photos of fast cars.

Fast Cars )

I took all those while waiting for John to get called up for his drive. Then, it started to pour down.. but it stopped quite soon after.

Tsundere weather, and more cars )

Okay, so that's enough of that. After we finished there, despite the fact that my mum's and sister's feet were soaked because they wore silly shoes, we went into the city of York for a look-see. They have a surprisingly large number of little churches and parishes, and a cathedral (Yorkminster) all in the Gothic style, which I absolutely love.

Few more pics -3- )

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