Don't Panic

Well Dartmoor was amazing. I made new friends, walked the moors at night, and was given the nickname Frodo. I was, of course, stupid to worry.

I've had a haircut! I no longer look like my profile, but it's a cool photo so it's staying.

As part of the National Citizen Service course, I have to do volunteering, and we chose to help the RNLI at Bournemouth Air Show. (If anyone was there, I was the kid in a RNLI shirt with short black hair, holding a clipboard, staring in awe at the planes)

The Air Show was amazing. I got to witness Apache helicopters flying upside down, looping, crossing over each other really close, Blades planes doing stunts, and the Red Arrows. Twice. I can't even explain how happy that makes me. Also watched Barney Harwood of CBBC fame in a Blade, being given the controls to do a loop. Felt oddly proud.

Got to be Stormy Stan, the RNLI mascot. This is him, not with me inside, but there you go. Got high fives, hugs, photo's. And these two lovely kids gave me shells they'd collected off the beach. I also got the chance to play peek-a-boo with a kid whose face was painted like Spider Man. One of my friend's said I'll be a brilliant dad. She doesn't know, she was saying that because I explained I'll be the male figure in me and my partner's son's life. Apologies for the sideways image.

One of my new friends, I shall call him Emmett, after the fabulous man in Queer as Folk, went to a Love Parade in his town (like Pride but for straights also) and afterwards retreated to the gay bar/club near him, where he recieved fans with Gaydar Radio on them. This is an amazing station. At the moment it's all Brighton Pride, which hurts since I'm not there. However, another friend bought me a multi coloured bracelet, so I'm supporting Pride quietly in my room.

Emmet told me he was carrying the LGBT flag (Lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender), and I almost told him about myself, but don't know him well enough. I know he'll be lovely, but still. I stayed over his house alone (parents were in France) so we could both get to an early NCS meeting without me getting up super early, and we talked about his boy problems and we discussed pros and cons of long distance relationships. He is quickly becoming one of my favourite people.

Jared, as I'll name my other friend, is giving me a Cyberman head, and we're going as Steampunk for the NCS meet-up dinner. Everyone will be all formal and we'll rock up in our outfits.

Back to Sixth Form in five days. Yaaaaaaay. And I think that's it.

Note. In future, if people try to get you to enter a competition for free, or hand you something, please take it. I learnt what being constantly rejected feels like, and it isn't nice at all.