Ankle abuse
I went Ice Skating last night with Jo’s colleagues from the library. I was driving, Jo was navigating and Kirsty was sat in the back being quiet. As per usual we got lost. I followed the signs for Gillingham even though I should have known that I needed to pass it and follow the signs for the Ice Rink. After driving around Gillinham town centre for a while we stopped at a petrol station to ask directions. Jo and Kirsty went in and I waited in the car. They returned with directions and a warning from the cashier that “I wouldn’t go there on a Saturday night looking like that, you’ll get a kicking”. Excellent.
I should take this oppurtunity to point out that all three of us were wearing jeans and plain jumpers. No one was wearing anything outlandish or “Goffick”. So we headed to the Ice Rink feeling slightly apprehensive. When we got there there was a fairly big queue but some of our party were already there so we went in with them. At this point the warning from the cashier entered my mind and I thought queue jumping might anger the natives but it proved to be an unfounded concern.
When we got on the ice it took myself and Jo a few laps to get used to it again and after that it was all good fun. We tried to teach Herk to skate but she was still very nervous by the end of the evening. Kirsty on the other hand was skating backwards before we left (she used to be an in-line skater though). Jo and I were quite happy just skating round and round listening to an interesting blend of R’n'B, Drum and Bass, Trance and Pop music.