by
EnamelSlide
@ 17/06/07 - 20:00:06
Me and my sister rushed into town to see if we could find a digital radio for Pops. We found one that was reasonably priced (they bloody cost a fortune!) from Currys. From the minute I arrived into my local shit hole of a town, the stress levels steadily rose 
. People barging past, people invading my personal space, fucking queues everywhere, people queuing for the sake of queuing because if theres a queue, there must be something worth seeing. One of these queues led to a stall selling tacky and nasty wooden flowers?!? Not worth the queue. I really hate shopping, theres nothing about the whole experience that I enjoy, even when ive bought myself something new, I still don’t enjoy it. Staff piss me off generally, people piss me off, and well everything while im shopping 
Off to the garden centre we went to top of Pops fathers day pressie. We went to the fishy bit and decided we would treat my dad to 5 of the smallest coi carp you’ve ever seen (4” infact!) £20, bargain. The next size (5”) cost £15. So I could either get one 5” carp for £15 or five 4” carps for £20. That’s why we went for 5 
My sister had seen a black one that she later named Norbert, so this poor guy spent ages trying to catch this one tiny fish. In the end it turned into a team effort with me on one of side of the tank and him on the other herding fricking fish….anyhooo we got the fish we wanted so off to Pops we drove.
Pops had treated himself to a new gas BBQ. He lit it up (going well so far), stuck some ribs and chicken on there (still going ok) and then 10minutes later everything had turned black from smoke (turned bad now). The meat hadn’t even started cooking properly and everything looked like it had been covered in soot. So we shoved the meat in the oven and we stuck charcoal in dads new gas bbq. 20 minutes later we had the best bbq going! So Pops added burgers, sausages, chorizo and corn on the cobs.
We sat outside eating away and chatting about odd things. My brother was hung over from partying hard and fast last night, my sisters had a jippy stomach last few days and now we think she has an infection on her new piercing (tragus), so she was feeling sorry for herself, my step mum was rushing round making sure everything was as it should be, my dad rambling about things and me just laughing at my family
At one point the conversation turned to our childhood which somehow led to a conversation about the time my brother had worms when he was about 3 My dad then insisted that all people have worms in their stomachs which help digest food. We all fell about laughing our heads off much to the annoyance of Pops. He honestly thought we all have worms! 
So with us all laughing at him my dad decided that he needed the professional opinion of a nurse (my step mum). So he hollered for my step mum to come back outside and asked her to back up his theory, which of course she didn’t. Never one to give up an argument whether he be right or wrong, dad insisted that Google would back up his claims. All the family are still laughing at him but off we trot to the pc and Google it. Dad couldn’t understand why we couldn’t find anything to support his arguments and then realising he was probably wrong decided that the Grand Prix was now more important so off he went sheepishly and sat infront of the box.
I have got a kooky family, but I am really grateful for the nutters (not often I have mushy thoughts about them). It just made me think about my life, and the possibility of my own family one day. I’d love to have a huge family with the right person. If I don’t find the right person I may have to make ulterior plans, hopefully ones that dont involve cats
Hope you all had a good Sunday! x
The guy has such a hairy arse i was crying with laughter. I also told him i wanted to wax his butt 
