The day after I got back from Newquay, my band and I went on tour in Germany.
Hm.
That sentence is kind of misleading. When I say 'Band', what I mean is Leeds Youth Wind Orchestra, and when I say 'Tour', I mean a kind of band camp abroad, with a couple of concerts mixed in. Hey, I was cool for a minute.
We left on sunday evening, and I slept for pretty much the whole 18 hour journey, 'cause I was exhausted from Newquay.
When in Germany, I came down with a nasty cold/mild flu, so in some of our free time, we went into a mad German apothecary (they don't have chemists, they have apothecaries), and asked for flu medecine. We got something called Grippostad C, which I had to take six capsules of a day. It was mental. But, I was feeling better by the last day.
The food at the hostel was hilarious. For dinner when we arrived, there was cheese, ham and bread. When we came down for breakfast in the morning, there was cheese, ham and bread, and after breakfast when we went to go make our packed lunches, there was cheese, ham and bread. You get the idea.
Anyone ever read Fruits Basket? You know Hatsuharu? For those of you who don't, he's a guy who seems like a complete idiot, and gets lost all the time. Anyway, there was a guy exactly like that on the trip. His name is Angus, and he plays the french horn, and my friend Hannah and I laughed nearly every time we saw him. He was always hilarious. He wasn't doing it on purpose, it was just him. Like, on the ferry, we were all running around looking for the top deck, so that we could wave goodbye to the white cliffs of Dover, and we kept seeing Angus looking at maps with a mildly confused expression. But not just the same map that we kept running past. Every single map we ran past had Angus stood in front of it. And then when we eventually found the damn deck, we all sat down, only to notice Angus, sat on his own, listening to his ipod, a couple of rows in front of us. How did he get there? We don't know, and he certainly doesn't.
The glowing trousers made their debut on the last night. They now have their own fanclub. I think they will become the new thing that you absolutely have to have.
The vital stats:
Phrase of the week: You stupid idiot (once more with feeling)
Word of the week: Picture!
Song of the week: Make a man out of you, from Mulan
Game of the week: Top trumps sweatdrop yeah, we're cool.
Best thing of the week: the mental Germans who came to the concerts, and pretended to recognise every song with a screech.
Worst thing of the week: Sleeping twelve hours every night because I was ill. We got up at seven every morning, so that was a pretty early bedtime.
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