My Fate Is In Your Hands… Don’t Drop It.

  I have caught the sun on my shoulders, arms, chest and back.

  Yes, ‘catching the sun’ does mean sunburn. I’m pretty dark so I always forget, when the sun comes out, that I need sun cream. Now it’s painful to wear a rucksack.

  The reason I got so, ahem, tanned, was that I partook (is that even a word?! WP says yes it is) in the Race for Life yesterday. I have no pictures as they were all on other people’s cameras (hint, hint), and I didn’t think you’d fancy seeing my blackened-by-Primark-socks, sweaty feet. Isobel and I did it with our trainers in our hands, by the way. We looked awesome, her in Lauren’s shirt, me in pink tartan shorts, which, I assure you, Lyn-Z Way would buy if she ever decided to kick in the skirts. Happy birthday, by the way, Lyn-Z. I hope Bandit and Gerard got you something that wasn’t fished out of Gerard’s touring suitcase.

  Anyway, the real reason I’m typing this out when I could be watching Doctor Who is that I am stuck for something to write. It may seem that I never run out of things to say on here, thanks to my dulcet tones, but since I finished Ella’s Blog nothing remotely creative has hit me in the face. I’m sorry, Ellen, but that story about our mothers and an ash cloud just won’t work; I can’t do funny on demand. I just do it when I’m not supposed to… So, dear readers (I’m pretty sure there’s more than one of you) I challenge you to challenge me. Comment with your ideas, or a phrase or song lyric, and I promise a story – or at least a one-shot or poem- will come out of it. It might take a while, but I will.

  However, there are rules:

  • Nothing that involves real people, unless they say I’m allowed to. MCR-related stuff freaked me out, if I’m honest. Although I will kill Lady Gaga and/or Wayne Rooney. Politicians are also subject to change.
  • No gay sex. I tried my hand at that with MCR and quite frankly my hand did not like it.
  • Cert 15. For the time being, at least.
  • It must be in English. I did a German exam today, and my writing attempt was pitiful.

  Get going. You will have a cameo (if you want) or a dedication. I might kiss you.

PS Please donate to Race for Life. The widget is on the sidebar. Thank you.

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One thought on “My Fate Is In Your Hands… Don’t Drop It.

  1. Well done for race for life, i didnt get sunburned at all during it 🙂
    Dont worry about the story, i understand, but if you ever feel like you could write it and have some insiration feel free to come back to it lol

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