I like the diversity of sights and sounds in a big city. I don’t know how you feel about public transport, but I think taking a bus across the city is a fantastic way to survey the landscape.
I took the #48 bus from Downend to Bristol City Centre, a distance of about 7 and half miles. One of the cool things about this stretch of road is the the lack of big company storefronts. Instead, both sides of the Downend/Fishponds road are lined with mom and pop shots of every variety. I can’t attest to their quality, but they looked interesting.
Once I got into the city centre I decide to stay with the theme of storefronts.
I’m dog tired tonight. Weekends make you weak. The only thing keeping me awake right now are three pieces of spearmint gum and the promise of watching Walking Dead later tonight. I have some neat pictures from my Bristol trip over the weekend which I haven’t edited yet. Bristol left me city-sick. I’ve had enough of small town living. I want to be near a hoping metropolis. It’s a shame Birmingham is such a dull city, otherwise I’d hang out there more.
I just have to come up with an argument good enough to get R to move. I’m going back to Bristol in April to house sit for a week. I’ll have a good look around and start scouting out some places.
In the meantime here’s a poem I’m working on, it’s called Something New
she had nothing new
to say again today
we sit down
to have dinner
she sits across
from me texting
i watch the flames
throw empty shadows
across my plate
this is what
passes for romance
between us these days
it wasn’t her i
her lips were just
in the right place
a convenient lie
to hide the truth
I have a habit of saying yes, sometimes without thinking.
That’s how I found myself being shoved a pair of baby blue socks with the word Airhop printed on them in pink. I then sat through a safety briefing that encouraged us to have fun at the same time reminding us that said fun could potentially end in serious injury or even death. The last time I had a safety briefing like that, I was jumping out of an airplane at 13, 200 feet.
My daughter thought it would be a fun thing to do while we were all down in Bristol. I wasn’t so sure. How much jumping can you do for an hour? Well, it turns out loads. And it’s tiring. And it’s fun. And if you’re an old fogey like me, you’re guaranteed to be sore the next day.
There are a variety of activities to do from obstacle jump to dodge ball to jousting to basketball and pit diving.
You can get your bounce on.
I didn’t think I was going to enjoy this, but in the end I did. It was great fun and most definitely a workout. I was thoroughly beat at the end of the hour. I had to crawl back to the car. When I got home, I collapsed.
Next time I might pay more attention to the questions my daughter yells from her room in the late evening of a random Thursday.