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one thing i hate more than museum trips is being woken at the crack of dawn and being forced to go on one. i had decided the night before i would avoid today's trip to the Brit. Musuem like i would the plague,but evidently,my plan was foiled by a call from the mother. 'i think you should go, miss t is sounds really upset...knowing her,she might give you the evil eye during lessons,but really darling,i can't make your decisions for you,you have to do what's right' (reading between the lines) 'you better go woman,if you know what's best for you! i'm taking the diplomatic approach and providing you with the option to do as you wish,but what i really mean is...go or you're doomed to eternal damnation by me and miss t' note: this was at 6am in the morning and i was right in the middle of the weirdest dream ever. couldn't she at least have waited! i was so frustrated with tiredness and the thought of spending the 12 hours travelling to the museum and back had reduced me to wimpy sobs over the phone: 'b-but mommmmy!!! miss t is j-just over react-ting!!(£$(*"£$(*£' Needless to say, it was off to another round of death by marble at the bm. my third trip in the past two years. bad things happen to me when i'm tired. i'm a hazard to myself. This included walking into a woman peeing, tripping down the stairs,almost breaking a mug of soup onto the cashier's till and cashier. However, i must not fail to mention the coup d'etat, the piece de resistance... i got into a fight with the security guard. Like seriously, in the middle of the hall of ancient spears/ coins/ boring things i had a shouting match with him all of which he started. He was an old man which we believed to have been part of the bible tour going round the museum ,seeing as he was so highly strung (you know how fanatics can get), but he turned out to be the security guard. Strolling through the halls i realised i had lost my friends so i made a cursory glance around me ,lost in my own thoughts of tiredness, before this loud bellow came from behind me, "exccuuuusee meeee!!!!!!!!!!". i turned around and there he was. i had made way for him,in fact there was a good 3ft circumference of space around me for him to past through but he was not satisfied. he shot me a die-woman! glance and decided to make a big show of it. "erm..go?!" , i said as i motioned him to walk through but he just stood there glaring at me. This was how it went: old bastard: " i told you to move!!!" me: I did move!!! why don't you just past through??!! o.b: Well!!! well..... me: well look, here's the space, you could have just walked through,there's no need to be so hostile o.b: I said excuse me! but if you refuse to accept it!! me: refuse to accept it??!! i made way for you ( seeing as he was close to hurling his walkie talkie at me i chose to be the bigger man and walk away)..pssh..forget it Izzie and Laura both backed me up saying the man was crazy and i should report him to the museum. i should,but i wished death on him instead,and seeing as i was surrounded by egyptian tomb stuff i figure Ra, Ptah or someone will take my prayer to anubis and bring death to him on swift wings. ah, the british museum... |
