Friday, 3 April 2009
Blather
Well well well, wellington is nice, but after 7 days... This morning I was forced to move to a fourth hostel as there were no beds available at the one I was staying at due to the cricket being on and a sci-fi convention taking place. Honestly, a load of overweight men talking about hobbits. Good grief! One such 40-year-old-going-on-twelve man tried to talk me. He said 'are you having a good day?', I said 'its 8:30am and I've just woken up, I have no bed tonight, but thanks for your enquiry'. He then started blabbering on about wanting to be an extra in the hobbit and all these men he'd met who were apparently good at special effects. He seemed to think I should've heard of them and all the films he quoted. He let out a small yelp when I told him I hadn't seen the Lord of the Rings, which made me chuckle. I was politely bored. To be fair, he did give me some fried potatoes because I only had one for breakfast. I mean, what sort of chef puts one small fried potato on a plate. That's not going to impress anyone is it? I left the boy-man at the earliest opportunity, citing bedlessness as the reason. I wish I'd said 'may the force be with you' or something, I think he would've liked that. I rang about 7 hostels before I found a bed. In between each call I cursed all the people in the world that love sci-fi saying things like 'I'd like to special effect them to hell'. Bloody hobbits. I am the anti-hobbit. And Peter Jackson is a turd head. I am a gigantic hobbit-eating goose with a penchant for torturing my prey. Anyway, I made it to the new place, Maple Lodge, and what do you know, its nice and cosy and full of people that talk about real things that are interesting. I've already had 3 conversations and no hobbits were mentioned. So I am now thankful for all those silly people coming to town. If you've read all that, I'm genuinely sorry for wasting your time! If you like hobbits I am also sorry, its probably not your fault, I blame the parents.
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4 comments:
Hobbit,hobbit,hobbit,what more can I say to p--- you off! Glad you found a proper place with normal people.
love xx
The photos were amazing I felt I was there with you,don't say it 'your worst nightmare'. You're the best photographer I know.
Love Susan xx
Couldn't agree more about the Hobbit syndrome, you expressed it rather better than I ever could. Brilliant photos as always, hope PNG works out but good on you for going anyway, once you get there you never know, it might all come together. Leslieee
To answer your question as to who would put 1 small fried potato on a plate; it was probably a hobbit chef. They also have a passion for mushrooms so if the plate included any then you can almost definitely confirm my theory.
Did you know that Hobbits enjoy at least seven meals a day, when they can get them – breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner, and (later in the evening) supper? You try eating more than one potato at each sitting!
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