I don’t think I went to a movie with more fear of disappointment! I have seen (like most of the world) the Rotten Tomatoes score for the movie and I thought I was in for another Twilight!
If you ever wanted to know what Hillary Clinton was like as a child, watch Lyanna Mormont.
Who are cats going to vote for in November?
Why won’t Hillary let her campaign staffers exercise?
She doesn’t want them to “Feel The Bern”.
Why is Hillary Clinton running for President?
Because it’s easier than running from Law Enforcement. Continue reading
I saw this shitty post this morning and I was getting angry about the ignorance of others until something else happened:
“I always thought Kristen Stewart looked like the ugly girl with the name tag at Wal-mart and after knowing about her love life I see her girlfriend is even uglier. Good thing they can’t make babies. “Right now” she’s really in love? I hope this girl finds happiness one day. On/off relationships rarely work. You either stay together or you go separate ways. It’s too hard on the heart to constantly fight with someone you’re supposed to love. You don’t just fall in and out of love over night. That’s not love. It’s lust.
I always thought since watching her in that movie Panic Room that she was gay. Giving her feminine roles really freaked me out. That’s so important. Advertising the fact you live vicariously through the experiences of complete strangers should serve as a warning to others not to take you or your opinions seriously. Don’t own your own life? Rent one.”
I was like WTF! This girl is really worked up about a celebrity’s life and so judgemental it’s unreal. I was sure others thought the same, and sure enough, the comments box showed it.
Until I saw this:
So it seems we have all been duped. Post a racist/homofobe comment on facebook and watch the interactions come in, post goes viral, social media pins increases and woop woop you have traffic to your shitty little website. Hmm, is this negative marketing then?
I drove about 5h all the way to the lake district and got at the camping site in Church Stile Farm & Holiday Park at about 10PM.. I was tired, my back ached from the relentless driving over 250m and I knew I had to unpack and get in my sleeping bag quick. The other people were looking weirdly at me as I pulled up in my car, probably wondering how I’m going to set up my tent in the dying light. I could hear their gasps of surprise as I pulled my pop up tent (that I could never really get back together easily) from the back of my car and “pop!” it was on the ground all setup. Within 5min I was asleep!
Next morning I was up and running and desperate to have good weather so I can tackle the mountain without the worry of getting soaked in pouring rain. It had rained the night before but the sound of it was soothing as it was falling down on my tent.
I drove to Wasdale Head (only 5 miles from my camp site) and the view on the road was breathtaking!
I got to the mountain, I brought up my ordonance map and I started slowly climbing on the shortest (2 and a half miles, about 5km) route to the top of the mountain. Slow and steady and with plenty of stops to draw my breath
As I was climbing, I came around a waterfall. I saw some people crossing it with their boots in their hands and I thought “what a pain!” Take off my boots, take off my socks, walk through cold and wet water, maybe cut my feet in some sharp rocks, noooo.
So I went through the water with my boots on. Evidently, me feet got wet as the boots are waterproof but only to a point.. I squelched for about half a mile on until I had to stop and at least put a dry pair of socks on.
As the climbing got harder, the view became fenomenal!
I managed to get to the top and it was busy! I had to split the top area with different selfie-stick wielding people but I had my go and I managed to get some pretty shots for the family.
The ascent was nothing like the descent! I found a path that went through two mountains and the ground was wet and slippery and you had nowhere to hold on to!
It took close to an hour to descent the slippery slope (do you remember A series of Unfortunate events book called the same?) and on my way down I started dreading the approach of the waterfall that got my feet wet the first time. I was lucky enough to meet some old people who showed me a way a bit higher in the water course and I managed to pass while keeping myself dry!
All in all, it was wonderful and in the evening I went to a local pub and ordered a massive steak as a celebration! 10/10 would do again.
Downside: Massive muscle ache for about 3 days
OMG! OMG! OMG! The Legend of Tarzan managed to blow me away last night! I dreaded seeing this movie … it’s been done and done before and just while I was thinking that Hollywood should stop doing remakes and come up with something original, the movie starts and we don’t see that dreaded opening sequence with the shipwreck and the baby Tarzan crying in the hands of the gorilla but a short history of Congo and the battle for imperial domination in the 1880’s and a bunch of explorers getting attacked by natives.
I’ve got my eyes set on the largest mountain in England and after doing Ben Nevis in early March, I plan to tackle Scafell Pike this weekend. This is the shortest and most direct route up the highest mountain in England – Scafell Pike. Wasdale is a remote valley on the far western side of the Lake District surrounded by dramatic mountain scenery and contains England’s deepest lake, Wast Water.
Scafell Pike cannot be seen from Wasdale Head village green, it is hidden behind Lingmell. Only once rounding the shoulder of Lingmell’s south west ridge can it be seen at all and then only really Pikes Crag is in view. Continue reading
I occasionally get some motivation uploaded on Mondays, but this Monday I really need it as I feel that the bed is the magnet to my iron.