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Peterborough ^_^
Aug. 4th, 2017 05:59 pmI went to Peterborough by train today with my grandmother to see my aunt and my cousin. I haven't seen either of them in about two years, so it was lovely to see them. I also met my cousin's girlfriend, and she was really nice. :)
While my grandmother and my aunt were shopping for clothes, my cousin and his girlfriend took me to a dessert bar called Kaspa's, and it. Was. AMAZING. We don't even have dessert bars in Norwich - the closest thing we have here is Cafe Gelato - so I was so excited. The inside of Kaspa's looks like a strip club (it's black and hot pink with glitter), and it smells like sweets. I defy you to tell me anything more fantabulous than that. I got something called a peanut butter stack, and I practically had a foodgasm when I ate it. You know when you eat something REEEEAAAALLLLY fuggen tasty for the first time, and you're just like "ohhhh" and you feel almost like you're about to just melt? That's what happened. I still have it, as it was too filling to eat all in one go, but I smooshed it all up so it's more of a peanut butter smoosh than a peanut butter stack. Whatever, it's delicious. It is peanut butter and chocolate with a tasteful dash of caramel. Need I say more?
Also, my cousin gave me two fantastic ideas that I wish I'd thought of before:
1. Carry an umbrella when it's sunny to stay pale, even if I get stared at (the next tip actually pertains to me getting stared at, BTW). I asked him if I looked tanned, and he said that my arms were pale but my face is somewhere in between pale and tanned. That's not good enough! I must be completely pale. Either way, that's odd. I usually wear short sleeves, but I have a fringe over one half of my face, so if anything, it should be the other way around. :/
2. If someone stares at me with intense disapproval, stare at them back with equally intense disapproval. I've had issues with people staring at me because of my aforementioned eye fringe. They look at me with this wide-eyed frown, like they're judging me to Hell, and I normally just look really awkward when that happens.
Also, how about the announcer on the train back to Norwich. I promise you he said this.
"Ladies and gentleman, we are now entering Norwich, home of Alan Partridge and Colman's Mustard. Please make sure you collect all of your belongings before you leave, including any children who may have fallen down the back of the seat."
How great is that? Better than some of the miserable gits you get. That guy was awesome. XD
P.S. The first time I'd heard of Peterborough was when I was five years old. This is how I found out what it was:
Mum: "I went to Peterborough today."
Me: "How was he?"
My parents and my brother just burst out laughing before explaining to me that Peterborough was a place, not a man named Peter Borough. XD
P.P.S. I found out this morning that if you eat cheesy Quavers then brush your teeth, you can taste roast beef. I can, anyways. I hope I'm not alone on this. And yes, I did eat Quavers for breakfast. Don't judge me.
While my grandmother and my aunt were shopping for clothes, my cousin and his girlfriend took me to a dessert bar called Kaspa's, and it. Was. AMAZING. We don't even have dessert bars in Norwich - the closest thing we have here is Cafe Gelato - so I was so excited. The inside of Kaspa's looks like a strip club (it's black and hot pink with glitter), and it smells like sweets. I defy you to tell me anything more fantabulous than that. I got something called a peanut butter stack, and I practically had a foodgasm when I ate it. You know when you eat something REEEEAAAALLLLY fuggen tasty for the first time, and you're just like "ohhhh" and you feel almost like you're about to just melt? That's what happened. I still have it, as it was too filling to eat all in one go, but I smooshed it all up so it's more of a peanut butter smoosh than a peanut butter stack. Whatever, it's delicious. It is peanut butter and chocolate with a tasteful dash of caramel. Need I say more?
Also, my cousin gave me two fantastic ideas that I wish I'd thought of before:
1. Carry an umbrella when it's sunny to stay pale, even if I get stared at (the next tip actually pertains to me getting stared at, BTW). I asked him if I looked tanned, and he said that my arms were pale but my face is somewhere in between pale and tanned. That's not good enough! I must be completely pale. Either way, that's odd. I usually wear short sleeves, but I have a fringe over one half of my face, so if anything, it should be the other way around. :/
2. If someone stares at me with intense disapproval, stare at them back with equally intense disapproval. I've had issues with people staring at me because of my aforementioned eye fringe. They look at me with this wide-eyed frown, like they're judging me to Hell, and I normally just look really awkward when that happens.
Also, how about the announcer on the train back to Norwich. I promise you he said this.
"Ladies and gentleman, we are now entering Norwich, home of Alan Partridge and Colman's Mustard. Please make sure you collect all of your belongings before you leave, including any children who may have fallen down the back of the seat."
How great is that? Better than some of the miserable gits you get. That guy was awesome. XD
P.S. The first time I'd heard of Peterborough was when I was five years old. This is how I found out what it was:
Mum: "I went to Peterborough today."
Me: "How was he?"
My parents and my brother just burst out laughing before explaining to me that Peterborough was a place, not a man named Peter Borough. XD
P.P.S. I found out this morning that if you eat cheesy Quavers then brush your teeth, you can taste roast beef. I can, anyways. I hope I'm not alone on this. And yes, I did eat Quavers for breakfast. Don't judge me.
