Jack Blogs About: The Best Moment Of His Life

Hi guys,

Just a short one this time, but it's worth sharing.

Me and my family were eating the other day and the topic of our favorite moments in life was brought up, my Nan asked me what mine was. Now it took some serious thinking but I think that I finally know what it is. 

This moment wasn't that long ago really, September 2011, I went on a school trip to Italy. Now this trip was originally planned for March of that year but due to, and I quote 'major engine failure' on the plane, the trip had to be canceled. (We aimed for Rome, we made a travel-lodge in Manchester) But anyway, the trip was re-arranged and we finally got to Italy a few months late.

Our hotel in Sorrento was on the fifth floor of a block of flats, and to get from the front desk to the rooms, you had to walk across a sort of outside corridor type thing. This corridor overlooked a tiny beach, out over the sea and in the distance, you could just make out the Italian mountains.

After we un-packed we headed to the dining room for some food, this was just as the sun was setting. Because we had been told a certain time to go to the dining room, a large group of us set off together. As we walked over the outside corridor though, something caught our eye, and it was certainly the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen.

That evening a group of us stood on that corridor and watched the sun set over the sea behind the mountains. It reminded me how lucky I was to be there, even if we were a bit late. I would happily give my right leg to go and re-live that fantastic experience. Great place, great people, amazing experiences.

Thanks guys, DFTBA!

Jack :D   

Jack Blogs About: The Great British Summer

Rain, umbrellas, pale skin and repeats of Come Dine With Me, or as we British call it, 'Summer'. However, we're used to it now and so we all do our best to pull through. Now some British people find that leaving the country during the summer, and going to a lovely beach resort in Spain or France or America or one of the planets other warm places is the best thing, but because my family are just the most optimistic people in the world, we find that going 40 minuets down the M6 to Blackpool for two weeks is the best way to escape the rain. Oh God.

Blackpool is just like Manchester only its windier and there's more hen and stag parties. But every year I spend two weeks in a small, cramped, Wi-Fi-less caravan with my mother and two of my sisters, now in those circumstances, two weeks is far too long, especially as I have to sleep on a sofa bed that is about a foot shorter than me and has a mattress thinner than a really thin thing and a shower so small and un reliable that you have to plan your showers at least three hours in advance to make sure you get a bit of hot water.

Now I really don't want to complain, but I'm going to, it really isn't for me anymore. It's great for my sisters who think it's the greatest experience of their lives but for a 16 year old lad, I find it a trifle tedious. I would really much prefer to stay at home and go out with my mates. I'm one of those people who can't survive for long periods of time without seeing my friends, unless I'm doing something that I really enjoy that is, but I found after about 8 days in a caravan, I found that I was really craving seeing the people that meant most to me. My ideal summer is just sitting somewhere with a group of mates doing nothing but enjoying each others company, and that's what I will do next year, no more caravans, no more Come Dine With Me and no more rain! (No rain, ha! Well, we can all dream)

 (Now I promised that I would mention my wonderful friend Bethan in this blog, so I suppose this is me doing that. She is way more awesome than me, her words not mine.)

 Thanks guys, see you next week!

DFTBA
Jack :)