Today is the 30th/4th/2007

I am here today, to tell you about the somewhat random chain of events that led to a rather interesting, and slightly peculiar Sunday night....

...it all started with a visit to the 'Coach House' pub in Babbacombe. After a few merry bevvies and drunken renditions of 'Mustang Sally' on the karaoke machine, my friend Simon and myself decided to head off in search of new excitement.

Our hunt lead us (as they generally tend to do) to the infamous Torquay Harbour. Here we shared a few laughs over 'Peter the Puker'; a rock formation resembling a vomiting man, and making friends with farmers. After several hours we decided we were bored, and began to make our way back home. It wasn't until I neared the bottom of my drive however, that I suddenly realised I didn't have my key with me.

After gently tapping on my door a few times in the hope that someone might still be awake, yet afraid to awaken my sleeping father, I decided I must resort to plan b, get hold of another key. And to make matters slightly more irritating, the nearest key was held in the posession of my dear Mother... 2 miles away.

When informing Simon of the news, I was expecting a slightly more crude response than the one I was given. Instead, he simply said,

"Shall we skate there?"

My mind was screaming 'no' at full volume, but somehow the word 'yes' escaped from my mouth... how does alcohol make you agree to things like this?!

So, with no hint of reluctance, I pulled out two skateboards, which happened to be lying somewhat conveniantly in my porch next to me, and we set off down Shiphay Lane.

Admittedly, the random adventure did prove to be quite fun, (this was of course until I was nearly hit by a car, and was excreeted on by a passing seagull... I didn't see the funny side; everybody else did) however by the time I arrived back home I was ready to pass out from the excitement of the whole ordeal.

In fact, I probably would have passed out, had I not been told shortly after walking through the door,

"Rachael, I think Oscar is dead."

The poor fish. He'd been only been with us three days... Rest in peace little friend.

Oscar Ricardo - 25th-28th April 2007.

(Oh, and quick shout-out to Simon who's random ideas made an otherwise depressing night one worth remembering.)