Sunday, 31 January 2010

Oh, what a funny name.

Worth Matravers.

It's a name that reminds me of Werthers Originals and the Scottish Highlands. But don't let that put you off - it's home to acres of breathtaking scenery and probably one of the best pubs for miles.

Why I ended up there is a bit random. Harry Harris, my flatmate and general funny man, has a knack for finding and knowing about good stuff. This time, listening to a Grad Ceremony speech at the B.I.C (don't ask) had produced this little gem for us. Road trip start.

Of course, every good road trip starts with sweets, tunes, and...a can of strongbow? First stop co-op.

Most people love a good drive. Especially when you have the vocal talents of Anya Fisher and Harry Harris on board. Watch out for them on X-factor next year.

When we eventually arrived in Worth it all became clear. It was amazing. It's got all the right ingredients to satisfy the needs of the inner country bumpkin. Even the communities local motor head had come out to play (see right).


We set out for a hike in the winter sun. When I say hike, what I really mean is a gentle stroll. Just staying upright in our ill-equipped trainers was a losing battle. Then things got even more random. Please watch 'Harry Harris's guide to Dorset' below...


It was a pretty funny walk. We mucked about for a bit, went down to the sea to throw rocks and Anya had a face-off with a cow. Harry managed to trip over a bramble and Kylie walked the plank over a bog. All that fresh air had us gasping for the local watering hole.

The Square and Compass is a neat, little pub that serves real ale from the barrel. It's cosy and has plenty of character. If you ever visit, try the hot mulled cider - they 'think' it's about 6.5%. All we found out is that half a pint is easily enough to get us tipsy.

See the rest of the photos here.

MC

Delivery people screw with you.

I'd like to pose a question.

Why do delivery men have no concept of deadline? It's as simple as keeping to an agreed time of delivery, it's not rocket science. I am yet to have the pleasure of meeting one that understands. They categorically cannot do it.

I'd like to see a delivery man or woman who defies this principal. I just think it would be like some sort of mind-blowing miracle...like a legal high or something.

So on Monday, I was expecting 20 crates of Rockstar energy drink to turn up outside my door @ 9am. I even woke up fifteen minutes earlier - precious sleeping time in a students mental world. Then I was slapped around the face with the harsh words of a call girl from the delivery office.

"Yeh, he's got held up in Poole, he'll be there around 2ish." She sounds more like a meth head on crack. 'Held up' in Poole?! So you've over slept then. Decided to take the morning off have you? Brilliant.

I don't know if you've heard. There's this mysterious object I know of and it can be tied to your wrist. It has magical sticks on it that move round and round. Some call it a watch. If you know a delivery man that has one of these and can use it please let me know. I would like to meet him/her.

MC

Shit. I'm really bad at blogging.

Lately I've neglected this blog...well...pretty much ignored it.

Sorry blog.

I'm back now.