Notes on... Wagging it.

2005.

It was a snowy day. We had arrived at school to find that hardly any of the school was actually there, and to be honest we felt outraged we had been stupid enough to go in. In registration, the form tutor specially told us that everyone HAD to remain in school, and anyone who went home would have to risk facing the consequences.

So, deciding to rebel, the bell went and K, Soph and Kath met in the corridor and snuck out the back door. In the comotion of the lesson change we decided the best bet would be to literally sprint out of the back of the school, hoping noone would notice three girls running for their lives through the crowd.

This is where the real problems began. We crossed the motorway bridge laughing and cheering as if we were heros, only to see a man filming the motorway traffic. We were then alarmed to see him start filming us, and decided the best idea would be to start to bantering with him. In our complete naivety we told him "Not to film us, because we were wagging it."(why?). We saw the bus in the distance and had to sprint for the second time in the day, unaware that once again we were being filmed. Once on the bus, K decided the back shelf would be the perfect place to store her beloved Harry Potter umbrella. Second mistake of the day.

We decided it would be amazing fun to go to the park and play in the snow, but this turned in to a disaster when it started hailing and suddenly became a risk to our lives to remain outside any longer. We decided to go home after all. We then spotted the bus going back up to school, the Harry umbrella still sitting there, forgotten, on the back shelf for everyone to see. That was the last time I saw the umbrella.

Later that night, I was causally watching the news. There was lots of news about how much drama the snow had caused and a montage of some nice snow related clips. Out of nowhere, I saw us on the television. There we were, running through the snow. I was basically gobsmacked that this was actually happening and then chaos erupted.

To cut a long story short, I initially lied to my dad saying it must have been filmed after school, but then when he found out it was also on the lunchtime news I got in quite a lot of trouble. Kaths mum however, waited until the ten o'clock news to record it so we had the memory forever. Going in to school the next day was interesting, some teachers thought it was quite funny whereas when we got called in to see the headteacher he told us "we were a disgrace and we had brought shame to the school" and also "we had made a mockery of ourselves".
The spiteful man who filmed it, I want to thank you as it was probably the highlight of my life.

Later in the year the same montage of snow clips was also used on TopGear which brought the whole incident up all over again. And it was just as funny second time round.

You would of thought we would have learnt our lesson. But alas, no. There came a day when we did not attend PE, instead we hid in the library. When our form tutor, who also happened to be the PE teacher, noticed we were not there, he came looking for us. Finding us in the library he basically screamed in our faces, asking us if we thought he was stupid, as if we wouldnt notice? The answer to the question is yes, we really did think he was that thick. Once again it was K and N who got in the most trouble and got our senior prefect badges removed and the line 'disgrace to the school' was thrown out there yet again.

Although it seems unbelievable to suggest that the only time we actually wagged school, it was on the news, this is the story of my life.

(the evidence)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qrz5ZFwuh28

1.10.

Notes on... Australia (Part One)

When we set off for Oz, K and N were young, fresh faced and innocent (lies?). We had initially booked the flight for the day of our English A Level (by mistake). This goes some way to highlight how unprepared we really were. So after some mass panic, a flight rearrangement,and a nice £100 fee for the pleasure, we set off on the train. Yes, that's right the train, in the confusion we had agreed to fly from London, just adding an extra 4 hours or so on to the journey of around 24 hours for an absolute laugh. K was initially alarmed at Ns lack of make up for the journey and was not yet aware of how many times N would wash her face during the flight, or in fact how many times she would take time out of the day to stop everything- and moisturise, claiming her skin "just needed it".

Before the trip we had made a pact not to drink as we felt it was 'dangerous'. It is interesting that we broke this almost immediately by cracking open a cider at the airport. Things took a turn for the worse (better) right here as we proceeded to drink on the plane. Flying with Japan Air Lines airlines was an additional highlight. From the off set we affectionately referred to it as JAL. We were repeatedly asked "You twin?" or "You sister?" when in fact ginger K and blonde N could not look more different.
We had a slight moment of concern when asking for vodka on the plane.
N "Can I have a vodka and coke please?"
Air Hostess "I sorry?"
N "Vodka and coke?"
AH "Er...I sorry"
N "Vodka. And. Coke."
AH "Er.."
N "Erm...(moment of genius) Wodka?"
AH "Ahh yes! Wodka!" (pours a triple vodka).
N is thrilled.
K is alarmed.

The rest of the flight consisted of N snoozing contently, only waking up for meals and a hot towel, and K being awake for the whole entire journey and having to watch every single film available, later resorting to watching a Japanese war film, without sub titles.

When arriving in Oz, K was experiencing a massive hearing loss and N was in a very bad mood. We had arrived about five hours too early for check in so we were chilling it out in the lounge area. N cheered up for about five minutes by taking the lenses out of her red love heart sunglasses and was pretending they were in fact her reading glasses, much to her own amusement. The mood quickly turned sour when N opened her case and realised the worst thing possible had happened. A shampoo explosion. N proceeded to cry and shout as she threw her clothes across the room. Ks lack of hearing meant she was basically witnessing this whole episode as if N was on mute. N was particularly distraught at her beloved maxi dress being very soapy, and N began speculating wildly that when it rained her trainers would produce soap suds and she would be a laughing stock. K remained quiet, largely because she could not hear N, and also because she knew they were already an item of comedy as they had matching back packs and a stranger had already pointed and laughed at them. K was secretly wondering when N would shut up until, like a miracle, N found her banana chips and silence resumed.