Scared shitless.
I'd been nagging El Kevino for sometime to take me to a funfair. He did. I'll never ever bother him to take me to one again. I don't really know how to explain. Let's just say it's a longgggggg pole that goes round and round and round. It's feets tall. As soon as I saw it I said to Kev, "I wanna ride this one! Mo pou monter! Mo pou monter!" He said ok. As soon as I sat one the seat and the guy clipped down the upper bit, I looked at my baby and thought "If I die who's going to take care of him?" He was smiling in a sick way. He hates rides. Then the thingie went up. As soon as it was halfway, it started picking up speed. Then I thought that that damn thing had to come back down. And back down it came the MOTHERFUCKER. I started screaming and screaming and screaming. I was the only one on the ride. I felt so sick to my stomach. I felt like... I have goosebumps when I try to recall that. 20 seconds into the ride I was like "Fuck off, I don't wanna look!" But after a few moments, curiosity got the better of me and I opened my eyes. Big mistake. Actually my head was down, I could see the sky between my thighs. I think it goes on or one minute or something. But that one minute was the scariest of my life. I thought about all those times I watched scary movies and thought I was scared. Or the times I sneaked into the house pissed out of my head, hoping my parents wouldn't notice, and being scared they'd find out. Those things are so puerile when you compare them to what I've been through in that ride. Then after some time, I screamed "STOP ITTTTTTTTTTTTTT, OH PLEASE STOP, MAKE IT STOP, KEV MAKE THEM STOP" But the bastard was talking to the guy who was in charge. I later found out that he told the guy that I had been begging him to take me, and that it was my first time. The guy said "The way she's screaming, it's her last. She won't come back again!" You bet your arse I won't, you fucker. When the thing finally came down with the powerfullest (most powerful) "WHOOOSH" after being suspended for some while high up, I was screaming and slobbering and begging that guy to "Undo me, undo it, lemme down please", I ran straight to the safety of Kevin's arms and cried and cried and cried while he held on to me saying "Shhh Aveish, it's over, fini bb, to avec moi aster, nou al lakaz, it's over bouba, please don't cry" But no amount of cajoling could make me stop crying. I couldn't walk, I was going round in circles I think. I was hysterical and told Kevin "Mo pa pou monter, mo pa pou monte lor sa, never again, pa fer moi monter please!" People were staring but like fuck I cared. So we sat down in the park and Kev talked to me a bit more. I cried so much I ruined my make up. Then I begged my shuga to take me to the car because I wanted to go home. He first asked me to clean my face or else people would think we were arguing. I cleaned my face, then I started crying again. I was crying all the way to the car. Then I calmed down. But then Kev took the piss and went "To pou al funfair encore Minoush?" I started crying again. We came back home, I got in bed and Kev came to cuddle me in bed and I cried and cried and cried. I still have goosebumps when I think about that. He's still going on about funfairs and rides and "Pa fer movais sinon mo amen toi funfair"
Ayo let's talk about something cheery now. On Thursday, me and the girls went to Greenwich. Since they're much cooler than Kev, I wore pink tights under my ripped jeans, and a pink t shirt. (Something I'd never do when I'm out with him- he won't let me) The weather was nice but windy. We went to the park there, where there's the observatory. I find it funny. We used to learn about "Greenwich Mean Time" in primary. I never thought I'd go there someday. But I did. And I'm proud. The view from there is so nice. I actually went to Greenwich cos I wanted to visit the place. But the the girls went there as they wanted to eat a chinese. There's a nice Chinese restaurant there. Then we visited the painted hall and the chapel- it's in the university complex. Then there's those stairs that lead you to the river Thames. I went down and got a rock and it sits proudly on my chest of drawers now. I've named it my "Roche Greenwich-Thames"

It's so tiny and cute. I liked Greenwich but I think I'll like it better in the summer. We'll go there again sometime soon. And oh, we forgot the camera home so we couldn't take pics. But we made up for it when we came back home. We took pics of ourselves at home.


Ah and the other day Maneka was making breakfast and we opened a can of baked beans only to find out that it had no tomato sauce in it. A quick call to Heinz's 0800 number got me a £2 voucher on the next day. Thank you Heinz.
