Brighton Trip

When we eventually reached Brighton, even though google assured me that it would be raining, the view was picturesque.

The clouds were thick, plump and fluffy. The sky behind was clouds was a dull grey color, but as the day progressed, the colour became a pale blue.

The sea, in my opinion, was magical. From afar, the water that washed up on the stones was a white colour, but around the middle, it became a faint minty green colour and a palish blue. However, upon standing on the beach, we saw that the white that I saw from a far was actually a murky brown colour. The waves were rather sharp and they pretty much roared whilst the wind whistled.


The day prior to the trip, I bought headphones. I was preparing myself to an isolated time. My aim was to in the coach and listen to my Doctor who audio book. Then when I got bored, I'd finish the third Harry Potter book and if the journey got rather tedious, I'd play some Sudoku. It did not go down like that. Mahamood came as well to the beach. He would not stop trying to get everyone to talk. Eventually, we all caved and a started to discuss how we voted in the EU referendum (or would have voted if they were bothered to register). I kept trying to sleathly slip my headphones into my ear, but Mahamood who did not have his, would not allow me to. Eventually, just to get some respite, I pretended to sleep.

(Though that did not stop us from bickering all day.)

 I am not ordinarily a fan of beaches. Let us get you incredibly high (metaphorically) in order to make it easier for us to pry away your cash from your fingers. They sold fish and chips for seven pounds. And you just have to have fish and chips (ships, if I were talking) when you go to the beach, so what is seven pounds? Oh and the doughnuts and ice cream. Yes, I am supposed to be on a diet... but it is only today! Here is more money. Don't get me started on the arcades where you deposit money into a machine that occasionally spits out coins or tokens (probably optimizing probability to ensure that you aren't ready to leave even though you've already lost a tenner.)  I still retain that view. Nonetheless, I found the experience enjoyable. I looked for pretty rocks on the beach and the girls (there were 4 others) were all really quite cool so we sat on the beach, talked and ate.

We returned to Harrow at 3:30pm and thanked Nick, the driver (a physics teacher who intended on retiring). He was the so nice and easy to engage in conversation with and it did not feel awkward calling him by his name,

Mahamood and I had got into a little argument before we entered the coach to return, so I ignored him for the rest of the journey. I even considered getting on the train (as we get the same bus home) just to avoid him, because he really annoyed me. However, we reconciled - by pretending that nothing had happened - and I followed him TSB.

I saw my mother's friend and I was like, crap, she cannot see us together because the minute I get home, my mum will probably be like, Linda, do you have a boyfriend (to which the answer has always been no) and then, she'd sit me down and give me the whole education before boys lecture. (All my mum's friend tell her if they have seen us with boys, unfortunately.) Become increasingly frustrated, because having friends who are boys (or the one friend, in my case) does not mean that I am involved with them. Upon trying to explain that to my mum, I usually hit a nerve and we end up not talking and angry at each other. I wanted to avoid all that, but still say hi, (because she was once my primary school teacher and she was nice). I told Mahamood, there is my mum's friend and so he waited for me further down the street.