There was me, that is Bob, and my three droogs, that is Steven, Grandad, and Ninja Nanny - Ninja because she's always surprising us at random moments - and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with our holiday time.
I'm sorry, I tried so hard.
Why I started like this was because my brother looks scarily like Alex DeLarge from A Clockwork Orange.
I'm talking mainly about their hairstyle, not the colour all that much. Well, he DOES TO ME. And everytime I look at him I burst out laughing (him oblivious as to why), because the really odd thing is that he adores classical music, just like Alex.
Nevermind, that has nothing to do with anything. What I WAS going to say was all this crap about 'What I dids on me 'olidays'. What I found REALLY unfair about the past week or so is how my family treated my brother... As you can see in the picture, he had his 18th birthday on the 10th July (I put 18 candles in an 18-shape/formation... it's hard to explain but hopefully you might understand). On his birthday, Ninja and my Aunt came 'round, and asked Your Humble Narrator to come with to Monkey World. If you don't know what that is, it's like a zoo, but for poor little monkeys with no friends or family or a lost leg or something. Or they just found it in the jungle, littering up the place, you know that kind of thing. Anyway, my question was: "Why can't Steven come?" Their reply - "There's no room in the car."
If you think that was bad enough, forgetting his birthday, like, think again, for there is a follow-up. Later that same day I was invited to see Pirates of the Carabbean 3, yet again, without Steven, the birthday-boy. Especially on his 18th, poor lad. Perhaps this wasn't as bad, because POTC3 sucked monkeyballs. It really did. If you liked it, I suggest you come on here and say why it is good... though I don't think many people will. When we left the cinema, everyone was grumbling about a waste of time/money/time and money.
And if you think THAT was bad enough, forgetting his birthday, like, again, think again, for there is a further follow-up. 2 days ago N.Nanny invited me to stay over her house, and go to Weymouth the next day (that being, um, yesterday). And Steven? Oooohhhh, nooooooo... That was a pretty strange and perhaps pointless visit... It's about, ooh, 20-30 miles away? The first shop we visited, led by our Ninja warrior, was a nationwide clothes shop. And the second one. But, oh, come on, there HAS to be a reason... My guess is that the receipts say "Weymouth" on them, which might, in her opinion, make a good souvenier.
I did mention my Grandad in my 'Droog' list at the beginning of this post. So I shall say: He's been teaching me chess. Perhaps this was a horrid mistake to make, because I keep putting him in checkmate in, like, less than 20 moves.
