St. Georges Day

I think it's official date was the 23rd but on Sunday the district of, or well, actually it was 2 districts, so it was 2 districts from Greater London North joined together in a parade (if you can call a walk around the car park a parade) and a St. Georges Day celebration. This is with the Scouts, all this parade business.



I was there as i am now a Beaver leader, and i had 6 from our unit with me. Just me. No other adult scouter helping me, just me. Now, that's a bit of an achievement isn't it? 6 under 8's with only me to care for them, ensuring their welfare. We were present as a unit of just over 30 representatives and there were other adult scouters assisting with them but the Beavers were my responsibility. I felt quite proud when walking onto the parade ground with 6 waist high children to my right.

South Africa

The last two weeks have been spent in South Africa, with Mother Dearest and The Delightful Brother. Oh god, i've had enough of both of them to last me the next six months. There is only so much nagging, screeching and unnecesary shouting and screaming a girl can take. For instance, Mother Dearest wanted to climb a mountain. She had no map, she assumed it would be a walk in the park, she was total unprepared and ill-equiped and she dragged The Delight and I up there with her. She thought it would take 2h 30min. It took well over 4h. 4 fucking hours on a mountain. And halfway up she wanted to throw some of the water we'd brought with us away as the bag was "too heavy." No fucking map, no fucking idea where she was going, and she dragged us up with her. Poor little Delight started crying because the route she had chosen was so dangerous. There was a sheer drop, 800m down, whilst walking at some places. It was most definately not the pleasentest of experiences.

Excluding being driven mad by Mother Dearest the holiday was quite enjoyable. I got to see some of my cousins, most of whom i'd never really spoken to properly before. There was one i got along particularly well with, R, a girl a bit older than me. We really clicked and got along really very well, and i sort of fancied her just a little bit. Which was weird, i have to admit.

I was sad to leave. Especially as i don't know the next time i'll be out there. Tickets are so expensive that it takes months of saving before you've even got anywhere near enough money to contemplate buying one. Mother Dearest had to take out a loan to pay for the tickets this year.

Whilst out there i realised how much i care about The GF. Towards the end of the two weeks i was in a bad mood without reason. I just kept thinking of being back and then being here, trying to figure which was best and then finally deciding that both options were bad as it meant continuing without the other.

Alas, life is not fair!

I am finally old enough to vote. I've registered and everything. Nothing is going to stop me turning up on 1st May to post my ballot paper. I'll be damned if Boris-motherfucking-Johnson gets in. Ken Livingston being London Mayor has had a positive effect on my life; i now get free bus travel and half price tube travel, without which i would be very much poorer. As an LGBT person, i feel Livingston has gone beyond the bare minimum and truly represented the needs of LGBT people. Funding to gay rights charities has increased, London Pride is now huge with much work and effort put into making it a success, the youth element of London Pride, i feel (as a lesbo youth) is amazing and most definately all encompasing.

Would Johnson do the same?

Well..it seems he's going to abolish the bendy bus. Wow. What a brilliant and life changing idea. What a wanker.

Eurgh

The party has come and gone. Along with the 30 black boys outside my house, none of which i knew, all of whom wanted, for some reason irrespective of manners, to come into my house. Minutes, minutes i tell you, from calling the police. One, when i refused to let him in although he had barged past my door, tried to start a fight with a male friend who was helping me and then climbed onto the car and started jumping on it. Another fly kicked the front door. What the FUCK gives people the right to behave like such cunts. I didn't know them, so why on earth would they be invited. It was a private party. After they'd left there was a brick lying in the middle of the road. Some arse holes even broke into my neighbours garden and jumped the fence into mine. They were swiftly removed by myself.

Never again am i having a party. Ever. It was too stressful. I didn't get to enjoy myself and i didn't get to speak to any of my friends. I was constantly worried windows were going to be broken from outside, or that the car was going to be damaged.

Ask anyone who was inside and they'll tell you what a bloody barrell of laughs they had. But definately not me. And when it ended it didn't really end. One of a group of my friends got into a fight, was bleeding, and had to be taken to hospital in an abulance. So i only got to bed at about 6 am. Which was bloody brilliant. Just the time i like.

I have heard, but thankfully did not see, that a very many people were sucking face with each other. It was slightly disgusting seeing it but then i didn't really see much, relievingly. And apparently there was even a bit of threesome action going on at the back of the garden with Nat's ex-BF and two other girls. Which i find slightly disgusting. In the garden?!

The GF is staying with me. She is smoking now, due to exam "stress" which greatly strains me. But there you go.