Dead!

 

The title of this post is so relevant to the weekend just gone, and not just because of The Rapture (which didn't happen, yay for being alive).

It had come to that time again when the cupboards were bare, the fridge was empty and the freezer was filled with nothing but ice. Time to phone for help - AKA the Nan. 
11.30 Saturday morning, I get picked up to be informed that before we could go to the hallowed Sainsburys I would have the pleasure of accompanying my nan and her sister to a grave yard. 

The sun was shining, it was the warmest day in more than 2 weeks and we were off to a grave yard. Hmm. I understand the need to visit such places, but considering it was to see the graves of 2 people I had only met once, when I was a mindless baby, I wasn't overly thrilled. But, my nan wanted to plant some new flowers (by which I mean she wanted ME to plant some new flowers) and considering she does keep me fed I didn't really mind. 

So there we were, just driving out of Southampton. We'd just stopped at some traffic lights when HELLO a car crashes right into the back of us. While we were on the way to a grave yard. On the day that the world is meant to go boom. I couldn't really help but see the funny side...

Thankfully no one was hurt, but my nan's car was pretty wrecked and the people in the other car couldn't really speak English or remember their insurance details. And seeing as I was the one with the mobile phone, I had to do all the ringing around to the police and the AA. Who, by the way, were the least helpful people ever and kept insisting we pay for a curtesy car when clearly, we needed to be towed OUT OF THE MAIN ROAD before we were concerned about that.

Luckily for us, the friendliest Policeman ever pulled over to help us, once the bumper had been prised off the rear tyres we were able to drive, all be it with a huge hunk of metal hanging off the back of the car. Oh the stares we got.

So that was that. I've never been in a car crash, so I guess I can cross that off my list of fun things to do before I die. 

The rest of the weekend has pretty much been taken up by watching The Walking Dead. Bob got a free LoveFilm trial with a Maccy D's so we decided to rent out the first series. By the way, I'd like to mention my hatred for Macdonalds Monopoly, the only thing I have ever won is a coffee. And I gave that to my mum.

It's an American horror show, taken from a graphic novel, and based on the well worn idea of a zombie apocalypse. It follows the story of a group of survivors, and is focussed on Rick Grimes, a small town sherrif. Seeing as I do love a good ol' gore fest (but hate the stuff in real life, oddly) it's pretty much the perfect show for me.

Asides from the glorious guts and divine mutilated corpses, the plot itself is really gripping and very tense, and I definitely found myself close to tears on a number of occasions and we're only up to episode 5.  It's one of the best shows I've watched in ages, just like an awesome horror movie but with a much more intricate plot and interesting cast. My favourite part so far - the group hacking up a zombie corpse and then dousing themselves in his innards, so that they smelt like the dead and could therefore walk through a horde undetected. The intenstine necklace is a trend I don't see catching on this A/W...

And here are some of my favourite zombies. My new aim in life - to be a zombie extra in a horror movie. I'm already working on my walk, now I just need to perfect the senseless groaning...