Tuesday 31 July 2012

Viva la fiesta!

Chapter One:
It was a warm Spanish evening, and the air was dusky and sweet with Sangria and castanets. Two men and two women were sitting in an alleyway outside a bustling Tapas bar talking about how full their tummies were. One of the women who was blonde and fair with gigantic eyes was sat opposite a man with a brown afro and a twinkling smile. The other woman, a brunette with deeply tanned skin like a persian goddess was holding the hand of a mysterious dark skinned man with bright yellow sunglasses and sparkly white teeth. Suddenly, out of the shadows a figure loomed up to them and made them an offer they couldn't refuse....

Chapter Two:
"Cocktails for €4? Would you like a cocktail that should be €6 for €4? I take you there, I take you there, I take you there..." A young Polish woman with erratic eyes laced with desperation had approached them with vouchers in her hand. The characters looked at each other and gave each other the nod and sneaky eye which meant "this sounds like a good thing, let's go for it". They followed the young woman further down the alleyway into the shadows...

Chapter Three:
"In here, in here"... The woman ushered them into the smallest bar they had ever seen. Standing at the bar, their backs touched the wall and there was only room for two plastic chairs in the corner by the door. "Choose from menu" ordered the woman and so the characters did. "Three Piña Colada's and one Mojito por favour!" asked the blonde big-eyed girl. But no sooner had the words left the blonde girl's lips, the Polish girl and her friend behind the bar froze with terror...

Chapter Four:
"You wait outside, outside, go.." said the barmaid and hurried them out into the alleyway sitting them down on bar stools at a make-shift bar attached to the wall by shakey looking brackets. "How strange..." said the dark haired girl, as the barmaid ran out of the bar and round the corner down another alley, "Haha, imagine if she went to another bar to buy the drinks and brought them to us!" And as they chortled with mirth, they had nothing else to do but wait......so they waited...

Chapter Five:
Minutes passed and the four handsome and beautiful characters were just thinking of leaving when from around the corner down the alleyway came the waitress carrying four cocktails. The four humans were too polite and British to enquire as to the origin of these drinks and so said thankyou and drank and drank and drank...

Chapter Six:
The man with the yellow sunglasses and ebony skin had almost finished his Mojito but the two girls were struggling to get through their gallon of Piña Colada. "I feel sick" said the persian goddess. "Me too" agreed t'other one. The boy with the brown afro and the twinkling smile picked up his drink and sloothed it, but as he put it down there was an almighty SMASH...

Chapter Seven:
The makeshift bar had fallen of its rickety old brackets and smashed down onto the knees of its occupants. Twinkle smile's glass had exploded and covered everyone at the bar in Piña Colada and they found themselves engaged in a deadly battle with a heavy slab of wood, shards of flesh-tearing glass and sticky cocktail which had covered their faces, hair and bodies. They feared the substance would block their nostrils and mouth which of course...would be fatal...

Chapter Eight:
The barmaid came rushing out and helped get the bar off the four customers who looked like they had fallen into a lake of coconut and pineapple lava. She hastily apologised and started sweeping up. "I get you all another drink. Three Piña Coladas and a Mojito yes?" Dread filled the heart of the four characters. "No more....NO MORE!!!" whispered one of the women. Giving each other the nod and sneaky eye for the last time that evening, the four characters backed away slowly, slowly, slowly, away, away, away until the strange experience was nothing more than a distant echo of a memory in the back section of their brains.

The End.

P.S. This is a true story. I know it's true because I lived it on holiday last week.

Love Hannan xx


Friday 20 July 2012

We can be heroes forever and ever...

I was going to go see the Olympic torch come running by later but I have to get packed to Spain tomorrow so don't think I will go. You know, I feel happy for that Olympic flame. It's been on loads of adventures recently. If the Olympic torch was my friend here are some of the things I would do...

1. Go swimming. I think as long as he keeps his flame above water this shouldn't be a problem. I'd get him armbands if he needed them.

2. Go to a firework show. He could come in very handy.

3. Go on a 3-day spa retreat. I think all that running around and partying will have tired him out so a spa retreat would be lovely.

4. Go aqua zorbing. Because I found out today that it is a real true thing you can do.

5. Catch a movie. Maybe Chariots of fire?

6. Introduce him to my flatmate "Crazy Meg". She likes things that I have and say so I'm confident she would be impressed with my new buddy.

7. NOT take him scuba diving...that would ruin him.

All these things and more. If you know the torch, pass on this message to him. We could rule the world, me and him because I have a hand to hold the torch and legs to walk to our destinations and he has the burning flame of determination and passion as well as a desire to warm up cold hearts.

Hannan xx

Monday 16 July 2012

RIP Disney

These thoughts have been muddling my brain for some time now. I have finally got round to sorting them out and writing them down. Now I will definitely stop crying when I watch "Don't tell the Bride" and "Aladdin". Honest...


I am from the fairytale generation,
A million girls who think that they will,
Meet their Prince Charming and he’ll climb off his horse,
Get down on one knee and their life will begin,

I’m seven years old and planning my wedding,
With a man in a suit with no face beside me
He looks like a cross between Eric and John Smith,
With hints of Aladdin without the monkey
 
I’m sixteen with my very first Mr Charming,
He’s ever so lovely and perfect to me,
But doesn’t meet all of the qualities promised
To me by Ariel, Aurora and Beauty

He doesn’t bring flowers to me every morning,
Or summon the birds and the deer to my feet,
He doesn’t quite understand me as a woman,
Or realise that I’m not his property.

I’m 20 and I’ve met a second Prince Charming,
I’m a little less Cinders, a little more Belle,
I’m not quite as helpless, I’m trying to be fiercer,
I must have my guard up I’m sure he can tell.
 
He didn’t quite fall for me, not like I’d wanted,
The butterflies abandoned us one by one,
I wasn’t his first thought, not even his second,
I didn’t even get to try the slipper on
 
This has made living my life quite tricky,
I’ve high expectations that no-one can meet,
I’m constantly wanting the movie-scene endings
A tale for the pub that no friend could beat

I’m 26 now and just realizing
That Mr P Charming appears everywhere
The man on the tube who smiles in the morning
Or the friend who asks how I’m feeling and cares,

The kiss from my man when I’m cross in the morning
Him buying me chocolate because well why not
The talks that we have bout sharing our future
I never before realized what I’ve got
 
I waited and waited for my Mr Perfect
But I struggled to make out the wood for the trees
He’s sitting right by me, watching Lost with a pizza
So RIP Disney, I’m finally free.


Love Hannan xx

Sunday 15 July 2012

Time to share I think...

I have discovered that I have too many thoughts in my brain and I need an 'overflow' area for the ones I don't need to keep, you know, the thoughts that aren't important for my survival on this Earth, the thoughts that, if anything, hinder my progression throughout this life rather than enhance it. So I thought, "Well! One Han's trash is supposedly another Han's treasure...Just because these thoughts aren't useful to me, doesn't mean other people won't find them helpful!" So if you are one of these people, feel free to take these thoughts as your own, free of charge. See this blog as a sort of 'swap-shop' for thoughts and dreams and I hope you enjoy perusing through them at your leisure.

Hannan x