Daily life lessons for the average 18 year old girl.
Although maybe average was striving a little bit too hard....

Saturday, 27 August 2011

Lesson #19

Go on a gorilla hunt.
Wearing silly hats and wigs.
If the local zoo has created 60 plastic gorillas, sent them out to schools and charities to decorate, and then placed them around town, you would be a fool not to look for all of them. A ruddy fool.
So what if it's a childish thing to do? So what if while parading around the centre with your mum you learn that only children below the age of ten are doing this? That you're the only 18 year old who wanted to have your photo taken with every gorilla? So bloody what, whose to stop me?
To tell you the truth, it was the best fun I've had all summer; loading up the back of the car with a vast array of different headwear and gunning around Bristol with a map, a list and a full tank of gas. Who could ask for more? Stop off at a couple of pubs, have a livener, and back to the quest. I am telling you now I was a maid on a mission!
And if you don't believe me and think that I would be too embarrassed to go out in public with a bag full of ridiculous hats and wigs and wear them while my mother phtographed me next to a life size plastic model of a gorilla, I have fucking evidence. Don't look so silly now do I?! Wait... Up yours. Please note, no gorillas were harmed in the build up to this post.













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