Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in Blackrod, right? You know, that little gem in Greater Manchester. I mean, it’s not exactly London, but it’s got its charm. I live near the Blackrod train station, which is kinda handy, but today? Ugh, what a mess.
First off, I’m running late for a shoot. I’m a model, but not the fancy catwalk type. More like the “hey, look at this cool outfit” kinda model. Anyway, I’m sprinting down Church Street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. It’s raining, of course. Typical Blackrod weather, am I right?
So, I finally get to the studio on Bolton Road, and guess what? The photographer is late. Like, seriously? I’m here busting my butt, and he’s probably still in bed. I’m fuming. I mean, I could’ve had a bacon butty from the café on the corner. Those things are life-changing, I swear.
While I’m waiting, I decide to scroll through my phone. I see a post about the Blackrod Carnival coming up. I’m like, “Oh snap, I gotta go!” I love a good carnival. The rides, the food, the people. It’s always a laugh. But then I remember I’ll probably be working. Typical, right?
Finally, the photographer shows up, looking all flustered. I’m like, “Dude, you’re lucky I’m in a good mood.” We start shooting, and honestly, it’s going alright. I’m feeling myself, you know? Striking poses, flipping my hair, all that jazz. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon decides to take a dump right on my shoulder. I’m standing there, mid-pose, and I just freeze. Like, are you kidding me?
I’m trying to keep it together, but I’m also laughing. The photographer’s cracking up, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m a walking poop emoji.” I mean, who needs a filter when you’ve got pigeon poop, right?
After the shoot, I’m feeling a bit peckish. I head over to the local chippy on Blackrod’s main drag. You know the one? The one with the neon sign that’s flickering like it’s about to give up on life? Yeah, that one. I grab some fish and chips, and let me tell you, it’s the best decision I made all day. I’m sitting there, munching away, and I see this little kid running around with a balloon. He trips, and the balloon goes flying. I’m like, “Oh no, not the balloon!” But then he starts laughing, and I’m like, “Okay, kid, you win.”
Then, outta nowhere, I get a text from my mate. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the pub later.” I’m down for that. I mean, who doesn’t love a good pint after a long day? So, I finish my chips, and I’m off to meet him at The Black Horse. It’s this cozy little pub on the corner of Church Street.
We’re having a laugh, and I’m telling him about the pigeon incident. He’s in stitches. I mean, who wouldn’t be? But then, just as I’m about to take a sip of my drink, I spill it all over myself. I’m like, “Seriously? Is this a comedy show?”
By the end of the night, I’m tipsy and full of chips. I stumble home, thinking about how wild today was. Blackrod, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me. I mean, who knew a day could go from pigeon poop to pints?
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another rollercoaster in Blackrod. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!