This post was requested and to be honest it isn't really aimed at the wider public just the young people I had the pleasure of beginning my summer with. I secretly wanted to do it a week ago but at the same time the cheesiness would have been cringeworthy and this is not a space for cheese or cringe. Here's five of my favourite memories there's more but I've got a dissertation to write ya get me?!
1. So obviously there's the marathon religion discussion that I spoke about in my reasons for ramadan post. That happened on the second night. Those involved will know how that conversation began... I resist the urge to make a joke right here. Arguably Top 3 best night along with the camp fire, and british bulldog. It wasn't because the two teams had a real conversation that I loved that night, it's simply the hilarity of what sparked it. Big lads were sleeping with one eye open ahahahahahaaa!
2. So, then there was of course British Bulldog. Yeh so British bulldog is a disgustingly violent game! I sprained my ankle in that game. Perhaps it's advised not to play BB in a soggy, slippy, slide-y field but we London kids get our kicks when and where we can! It's still a frinkin' awesome game and nothing would stop me from playing in the sunset of a wet Somerset field ever again, but just know... it's an extreme sport! Of course it becomes even more dangerous when you're the last person left and the entire field (some 50/60 people) are all out to get you with a slightly hench Nigerian man commanding them and goading you into making your first move across the line. I would not like to be that girl, it was sumink like a Gaddafi biopic!
3. First day of the week two, one boy - not in my team - asked me and my colleague to teach him and the others how to Azonto. (p.s. guys great track Lapaz Toyota.) We stood in a circle trying to teach them the basics, which they picked up... but then failed when things got slightly complex - we be adding little Sarkodie shuffles in there and whatnot! Jheez! ... Oh, and reminiscing about being 18 in a club to the young people was also quite funny. I don't know if we've prepared them well or scarred them for life. A mixture of the two will suffice.
4. The worst thing you could tell a group of young people staying in London walking passed Tescos everyday is that they can't go to Tescos any day! You know me and rules we don't mix so I promised my team I would take them to Tescos except that all had to change when one lad screamed in front of my boss "when are we going Tescos?!" You've gotta forgive him, he's not known for been tactical or discrete with anything really. But obviously I had to SHUT - THAT - DOWN before I end up getting a little word in the ear about sticking to rules and being a role model. No Tescos, half the young people frustrated with one boy and no ice cream for anyone. There's always September.
5. Finally, (BY FAR THE BEST DAY/NIGHT) camping with these ones was hilarious from the start. After getting all but one person to abseil down the side of a stone quarry we walked to a "camp site" in a farm of sheep. Of course there's gonna be the loud lad who's looked at the map like once but thinks he can direct everything. Of course instead of taking a first left out of the quarry he makes us take a right. Of course faced with a fork road where one option is gated off and the other is free he'll have us climb the gate, because of course! he knows the way cos he can read maps(!?!) And then we'll put up tents... yeh that'll be easy. I shouldn't go into the complications of putting up a tent. It's not easy and it's not like I was any real help at all. And I won't go into the food we had to eat because that was frankly quite erm.. yeh.
Thank God there was a camp fire with marshmallows and wood and "21 dares" turned into "31 truths" (a game that just had to make a second appearance on the last day of residential even though we didn't really get into it due to annoying people who really just wanted to hear secrets - gossipers ;D)! If your a young person and you wanna play 31 truths to find out who likes whom in the circle, don't take the piss by asking stupid questions like "what's your favourite ice cream flavour?" or questions of that calibre. Ask REAL questions. On the spot questions. And don't lie about liking or not liking the girl next to you because as they came to realise, there'll be a Charlene ready to shine the spotlight on you, quite literally.
That obviously was the first day that the information stock exchange started trading. It would then grow into a massive dinner time gossipfest in Kitchen F on the girls floor. What happens in the information stock exchange stays in the information stock exchange...
6. For a certain someone...
I think that's it though. No more to say cos this is a public platform. This wouldn't be a legit post if we didn't pay homage to the demi-god that is Trey Songz able to get many a girl to do many a thing without realising (as dodgy as that sounds its sadly probably true). In fact here is a song he blessed us with just in case you don't know what the hype's about:
1. So obviously there's the marathon religion discussion that I spoke about in my reasons for ramadan post. That happened on the second night. Those involved will know how that conversation began... I resist the urge to make a joke right here. Arguably Top 3 best night along with the camp fire, and british bulldog. It wasn't because the two teams had a real conversation that I loved that night, it's simply the hilarity of what sparked it. Big lads were sleeping with one eye open ahahahahahaaa!
2. So, then there was of course British Bulldog. Yeh so British bulldog is a disgustingly violent game! I sprained my ankle in that game. Perhaps it's advised not to play BB in a soggy, slippy, slide-y field but we London kids get our kicks when and where we can! It's still a frinkin' awesome game and nothing would stop me from playing in the sunset of a wet Somerset field ever again, but just know... it's an extreme sport! Of course it becomes even more dangerous when you're the last person left and the entire field (some 50/60 people) are all out to get you with a slightly hench Nigerian man commanding them and goading you into making your first move across the line. I would not like to be that girl, it was sumink like a Gaddafi biopic!
4. The worst thing you could tell a group of young people staying in London walking passed Tescos everyday is that they can't go to Tescos any day! You know me and rules we don't mix so I promised my team I would take them to Tescos except that all had to change when one lad screamed in front of my boss "when are we going Tescos?!" You've gotta forgive him, he's not known for been tactical or discrete with anything really. But obviously I had to SHUT - THAT - DOWN before I end up getting a little word in the ear about sticking to rules and being a role model. No Tescos, half the young people frustrated with one boy and no ice cream for anyone. There's always September.
5. Finally, (BY FAR THE BEST DAY/NIGHT) camping with these ones was hilarious from the start. After getting all but one person to abseil down the side of a stone quarry we walked to a "camp site" in a farm of sheep. Of course there's gonna be the loud lad who's looked at the map like once but thinks he can direct everything. Of course instead of taking a first left out of the quarry he makes us take a right. Of course faced with a fork road where one option is gated off and the other is free he'll have us climb the gate, because of course! he knows the way cos he can read maps(!?!) And then we'll put up tents... yeh that'll be easy. I shouldn't go into the complications of putting up a tent. It's not easy and it's not like I was any real help at all. And I won't go into the food we had to eat because that was frankly quite erm.. yeh.
Thank God there was a camp fire with marshmallows and wood and "21 dares" turned into "31 truths" (a game that just had to make a second appearance on the last day of residential even though we didn't really get into it due to annoying people who really just wanted to hear secrets - gossipers ;D)! If your a young person and you wanna play 31 truths to find out who likes whom in the circle, don't take the piss by asking stupid questions like "what's your favourite ice cream flavour?" or questions of that calibre. Ask REAL questions. On the spot questions. And don't lie about liking or not liking the girl next to you because as they came to realise, there'll be a Charlene ready to shine the spotlight on you, quite literally.
That obviously was the first day that the information stock exchange started trading. It would then grow into a massive dinner time gossipfest in Kitchen F on the girls floor. What happens in the information stock exchange stays in the information stock exchange...
6. For a certain someone...
I think that's it though. No more to say cos this is a public platform. This wouldn't be a legit post if we didn't pay homage to the demi-god that is Trey Songz able to get many a girl to do many a thing without realising (as dodgy as that sounds its sadly probably true). In fact here is a song he blessed us with just in case you don't know what the hype's about:
Amazing right?! What was my life without him?
*sigh* Right now that I'm over that... Here's to September guys!
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