Very frustratingly I have just finished a mega post with loads of info on it and then my computer crashed losing it all, so I will try again but going to miss out bits.
Without boring you all too much I will try and briefly describe my first couple of days at Lincoln, at last I have the internet in my room as God knows what I would have done all day when I wasn't on placement! I arrived late on Sunday evening and after approximately 10 trips back and forth from the car unloading all my crap I was finally settled in my new home for the next month. There is evidence in the kitchen of someone else living here but no one is around at the moment. After cooking up a storm in the kitchen and finishing unpacking I was knackered so went to bed.
I will bore you with my placement stuff another time I can’t be arsed to write this bit again anyway!
After work on Monday I returned home and thought it would be a good idea to go for a wander to find the local supermarket, shops and other places to go out to. I had no idea where I was going as no one had told me where anything was so left the accommodation, turned left and hoped for the best. After a while of walking I spotted the Cathedral in the distance so decided to head for that as presumably there would be something near by. This took a little longer than I thought but I eventually got there and had a look around, it was very interesting and I will probably go back soon to go round the tour. I carried on to what was a very old style high street, cobbled streets, lots of quaint little shops. The only word I could really use to describe it was nice. It had a nice butchers, nice bakers, nice post office, nice tea room and nice souvenir shop. Nothing very exciting though so I carried on. Eventually I gave up and decided to do something I hadn’t done before…Go to the pub…on my own! Now at home I will find any excuse to go off drinking somewhere but I will not go unless I have a wing man, a drinking buddy, someone I can bore with my stories, but here I had no one. I had a string of pubs to choose from, all very old with names like, The Bell and the Python, The Bull Returns, and The Prince of Wales (No exotic dancers though, damn). I eventually settled on the Peacock and entered. To my delight a sprightly looking teen girl popped up from the bar and asked what I wanted, seizing the opportunity I pulled up a bar stool ordered my pint, swiftly followed by another and started asking her about Lincoln. Poor girl probably wanted to escape, but it was me or some old bloke who looked like father Christmas so I would like to think I was the lesser of two evils. She then informed me that Tescos was just over the hill and about 2 mins from my accommodation. So off I trotted, beer in my belly and looking to buy a few essentials.
I arrived at Tescos after what seemed like half hour later, bought a few bits including bottle of wine and 2 crates of beer (they were on special offer) and knowing I only had a 2 minute walk back thought it would be no problem. I thought wrong. The bitch sent me the wrong way. I was walking for miles, with two bloody heavy crates, a bottle of wine sticking out my pocket, a split bag of food sweating like a pig on the hottest day of the year, with no idea where I was. My arms soon felt like lead, I was having to stop every few hundred metres as it was all too heavy, I was getting tooted at by cars and shouted at by vicious yobs that must have split up for the summer! I saw a bench in the distance and thought it was a perfect resting point, when I arrived a mother was sat there with her child and as soon as I sat down puffing and spluttering she picked up her son, mumbled something under her breathe and walked to a different bench!!! I was unamused and there wasn’t even a taxi to be seen, not one anywhere! The next person I spoke to I then asked for directions to the hospital, what she must have thought with me feeling like I was about to have a heart attack, with 2 crates of beer and a bottle of wine sticking out my pocket I don’t know but she pointed the way and I carried on. All of a sudden the path disappeared and I was walking on a bloody main road, there was no where I could stop now so had to keep on going and going and going until I reached home. I walked in the door and two housemates greeted me, I had blood coming from my feet from my stupid flip flops, a broken crate of beer, split shopping bag, covered in sweat, couldn’t catch my breathe and the time was after 8o’clock I ‘d been walking for over 2 hours! They asked if I wanted to join them in the pub so feeling it would be rude to refuse I tagged along no sooner had we left the house we found a man being held down on the street outside, he had bandages all over his arms was obviously drunk or stoned or both and was ranting and raving. The other guy said he had just stopped him from running into the road. One of the guys I was with recognised him as someone who had been admitted to A&E for trying to kill himself by downing a pot of pills, he had then cut his wrists with a blade whilst in hospital and had obviously now escaped trying to finish the job. It took two of us to keep him held down while another phoned for an ambulance. When they came we continued on, and where did we end up…at the Peacock being served by the bitch who sent me the wrong way. What a first day!
Without boring you all too much I will try and briefly describe my first couple of days at Lincoln, at last I have the internet in my room as God knows what I would have done all day when I wasn't on placement! I arrived late on Sunday evening and after approximately 10 trips back and forth from the car unloading all my crap I was finally settled in my new home for the next month. There is evidence in the kitchen of someone else living here but no one is around at the moment. After cooking up a storm in the kitchen and finishing unpacking I was knackered so went to bed.
I will bore you with my placement stuff another time I can’t be arsed to write this bit again anyway!
After work on Monday I returned home and thought it would be a good idea to go for a wander to find the local supermarket, shops and other places to go out to. I had no idea where I was going as no one had told me where anything was so left the accommodation, turned left and hoped for the best. After a while of walking I spotted the Cathedral in the distance so decided to head for that as presumably there would be something near by. This took a little longer than I thought but I eventually got there and had a look around, it was very interesting and I will probably go back soon to go round the tour. I carried on to what was a very old style high street, cobbled streets, lots of quaint little shops. The only word I could really use to describe it was nice. It had a nice butchers, nice bakers, nice post office, nice tea room and nice souvenir shop. Nothing very exciting though so I carried on. Eventually I gave up and decided to do something I hadn’t done before…Go to the pub…on my own! Now at home I will find any excuse to go off drinking somewhere but I will not go unless I have a wing man, a drinking buddy, someone I can bore with my stories, but here I had no one. I had a string of pubs to choose from, all very old with names like, The Bell and the Python, The Bull Returns, and The Prince of Wales (No exotic dancers though, damn). I eventually settled on the Peacock and entered. To my delight a sprightly looking teen girl popped up from the bar and asked what I wanted, seizing the opportunity I pulled up a bar stool ordered my pint, swiftly followed by another and started asking her about Lincoln. Poor girl probably wanted to escape, but it was me or some old bloke who looked like father Christmas so I would like to think I was the lesser of two evils. She then informed me that Tescos was just over the hill and about 2 mins from my accommodation. So off I trotted, beer in my belly and looking to buy a few essentials.
I arrived at Tescos after what seemed like half hour later, bought a few bits including bottle of wine and 2 crates of beer (they were on special offer) and knowing I only had a 2 minute walk back thought it would be no problem. I thought wrong. The bitch sent me the wrong way. I was walking for miles, with two bloody heavy crates, a bottle of wine sticking out my pocket, a split bag of food sweating like a pig on the hottest day of the year, with no idea where I was. My arms soon felt like lead, I was having to stop every few hundred metres as it was all too heavy, I was getting tooted at by cars and shouted at by vicious yobs that must have split up for the summer! I saw a bench in the distance and thought it was a perfect resting point, when I arrived a mother was sat there with her child and as soon as I sat down puffing and spluttering she picked up her son, mumbled something under her breathe and walked to a different bench!!! I was unamused and there wasn’t even a taxi to be seen, not one anywhere! The next person I spoke to I then asked for directions to the hospital, what she must have thought with me feeling like I was about to have a heart attack, with 2 crates of beer and a bottle of wine sticking out my pocket I don’t know but she pointed the way and I carried on. All of a sudden the path disappeared and I was walking on a bloody main road, there was no where I could stop now so had to keep on going and going and going until I reached home. I walked in the door and two housemates greeted me, I had blood coming from my feet from my stupid flip flops, a broken crate of beer, split shopping bag, covered in sweat, couldn’t catch my breathe and the time was after 8o’clock I ‘d been walking for over 2 hours! They asked if I wanted to join them in the pub so feeling it would be rude to refuse I tagged along no sooner had we left the house we found a man being held down on the street outside, he had bandages all over his arms was obviously drunk or stoned or both and was ranting and raving. The other guy said he had just stopped him from running into the road. One of the guys I was with recognised him as someone who had been admitted to A&E for trying to kill himself by downing a pot of pills, he had then cut his wrists with a blade whilst in hospital and had obviously now escaped trying to finish the job. It took two of us to keep him held down while another phoned for an ambulance. When they came we continued on, and where did we end up…at the Peacock being served by the bitch who sent me the wrong way. What a first day!
Joke of the Day:
A blonde hurries into the emergency room late one night with the tip of her index finger shot off. "How did this happen?" the emergency room doctor asked her. "Well I was trying to commit suicide" the blonde replied. "What?" sputtered the doctor. "You tried to commit suicide by shooting your finger off???" "No silly!" the blonde said. "First I put the gun to my chest, and I thought: I just paid £6,000.00 for these breast implants, I'm not shooting myself in the chest. "So then?" asked the doctor. "Then I put the gun in my mouth, and I thought: I just paid £3000.00 to get my teeth straightened, I'm not shooting myself in the mouth." "So then?" "Then I put the gun to my ear, and I thought: This is going to make a loud noise. So I put my finger in the other ear before I pulled the trigger."
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jeez, what a rude awakening to Lincoln! sounds like an eventful couple of days!
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