Boards

was a rave?

my sources :p

3 weeks apart, but now blur into 1 in my head.

Day 1: a 10 hour delay at Madrid airport due to airline maintenance. Iberia initially offered us a hotel room for the night, but when they found out that Brendan was South African (and therefore needs a visa to enter Spain) they made us stay in the airport! After some persuading they let us have a shower in the business class lounge (oh how the other half live). Afterwards we were kicked back out with the other peasants and had an awful night trying to sleep on the cold floor (after being denied blankets).

Day 2: We arrived in Madrid after a 9 hour flight from Jo'burg for our connecting flight to Heathrow. Brendan was told that he had to go a different way to me because of the different passports. I had to go on a train to a different terminal and we could meet at the gate later on. I had to travel for about 20 mins to get to the gate. It was about 8am and boarding wasn't for another hour so I brushed my teeth, freshened up and sat down to wait.

10 minutes before boarding there was a massive explosion that I heard over my very loud music I was listening to on head phones. The whole building shook! I looked out the window and there was a huge cloud of black smoke. The airline staff were all running about screaming, all the passengers just stood there. I was so freaked out, I had no idea whether Brendan was ok, or even where he was. I had no money (Brendan had it all in his bag) and no mobile (I didn't bother take mine, we used his all holiday). We weren't evacuated for a further 20 mins (I found out later the airport had been warned about the bomb an hour before it went off). No-one would tell us what happened. I stood in the cold on the airport concourse with a British family and some Americans and a Canadian. After about 2 hours one of them found out what had happened from his WAP phone, it was a car bomb in the airport car park next to our building, the report said no-one was injured, at least I knew Brendan was ok now. I borrowed someone's mobile to let my parents know I was ok only to find out it hadn't been on the news, as Saddam's hanging was the only thing showing. I told my Mum to call Brendan and let him know I was ok. Apparently he hadn't even know that there was a bomb, they were just told there were delays due to 'trouble'!

People were slowly filtering back up the gangways and into the airport until a whistle was blown and people started running back outside. Everyone was told to get back. Little bit scary, but nothing happened.

Finally we were let back in the airport, after standing for 3 hours on the runway! The flight hadn't been cancelled and was due to leave in just over an hour. When I got to the gate I still hadn't been in contact with Brendan and he was nowhere to be seen. I waited until boarding and then explained to the staff that I couldn't get on the plane without him, to which I was told "well we're not waiting", nice. After a lot of gesturing and trying to explain the situation they checked the computer and told me he had already boarded, so I got on the plane. He wasn't there! I waited a while and was just about to demand they let me off when he came in the back door of the plane. Phew. I can honestly say that dropping down beneath the clouds I've never been so happy to see gloomy, rainy London in my life!

on the phone early on a fairly recent sunday morning telling me that my Nana had just died.

Having to break up with a girl I am still very much in love with.

:(

some people are taking this thread too seriously

that's really long and and some girl coming down behind me too fast, knocking me forward and propelling me at such an angle that my genitals landed squarely on the corner of the steel 'exit ramp' at the end of the slide.

a blowjob on my birthday