Photo competition last night, theme night traffic. Photos entered (3 per person)are to be posted on the gmail site. Judge and we will collect votes next week. Some good photos, not all of stripy lights disappearing at the roundabout. Ended with a 200 ball mass attack, I hid!, but so did Amy.
*Alex D's Bit*
Last night at explorers was somewhat eventful, with me, becoming one of the blog's runners, this is my first post though... Though I think Chris, started this post...
Well anyhow, we took pictures around the theme of traffic, and got some good shots! The album is up, so people have to edit the pics on paint, and insert their names! Then after people showed the pictures they took, and we put away everything... We got 200 red balls out, and basicly threw them at anyone! Pretty crazy, but so fun! And yes, Harry became pregenant, and gave birth to a couple of bouncing red balls, no hidden meaning.
Well thats all really, laters
*Chris M's Bit*
I, being insulted that I am to have not been offered a spot on this blog, decided to hack this blog and add my own thoughts too! (Alex, it wasn't me who started it!)
Thursday was epic for Harry, Tom M and I, deciding not to follow the crowd, we walked of in the other direction, for a night of fun, adventure, awesome photos, and a lot of walking. We did finally get to our spot, the roundabout, after a nice 15 minute walk. Then we decided we would never get a good picture of the roundabout so we turned our attentions to the middle of the road, striking up gay poses and hiding behind light streams. Harry got bored, and decided it would be entertaining to roll the four red balls, he had concieved under his superdry, down the hill. None of us ran after them, until Harry was like "I need them!" so I sprinted and returned Harry his children.
Then while waiting for a train, a police officer guy dude, came up to us and asked us if we had seen a drunk guy walking around. Then he asked us if we were terrorists as we were taking photos of trains. He took Toms full details, most of my details, and Harrys name, and then walked of leaving bazzled and 10 minutes late to the return to the hut.
After an epic viewing of photos we had said ball mash. I dodged every ball, until I finally got hit in the face. Then I got hit by every ball until I was withering on the floor IN PAIN.
Then we left.
See Alex... DETAILS this is why I passed English GCSE!
*Correction by Alex D* I passed English GCSE, Literature and Language..