Man, what a day! Seriously, Chertsey, you’ve got me all kinds of twisted. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m cruising down Guildford Street, thinking about my webcam biz. You know, the usual—trying to figure out how to make it pop. Suddenly, I hit a pothole. Like, a legit crater. My coffee goes flying. I’m cursing like a sailor. “Great start, mate!” I mutter to myself.
Then I swing by the Chertsey Bridge. It’s a nice spot, but today? Nah. There’s this massive traffic jam. I’m stuck behind some old dude in a rusty Ford. He’s going like 10 mph. I’m losing it. “C’mon, mate! We ain’t in a retirement home!” I yell, but he can’t hear me. Classic.
Finally, I get to the office. It’s a small place on St. Ann’s Road. I’m setting up, and my laptop decides to update. Like, really? Right now? I’m tapping my foot, watching that stupid loading bar. I could’ve made a sandwich in the time it took.
But then, BOOM! My phone buzzes. It’s a message from a model. She’s like, “Hey, can we do a shoot today?” I’m pumped! Finally, some good news! I’m like, “Heck yes!” But then I realize I forgot to clean the studio. It’s a mess! Clothes everywhere, and I’m pretty sure there’s a pizza box from last week lurking in the corner.
I rush to tidy up. I’m shoving stuff under the couch, praying she doesn’t notice. She walks in, and I’m sweating bullets. But she’s cool, right? We start chatting, and she’s super chill. We’re laughing, and I’m thinking, “This is gonna be epic.”
Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” It’s blaring, and I’m trying to calm her down. “It’s just a drill!” I shout, but she’s already halfway out the door. I’m chasing after her, trying to explain.
We end up outside on the High Street. It’s packed with people. I’m standing there in my messy clothes, looking like a total idiot. But then, I see a food truck. It’s serving the best fish and chips. I’m like, “Forget the shoot, I need food!” So, I grab a portion, and it’s heavenly.
After that, I’m feeling good again. We head back to the studio, and the vibe is totally different. We get into it, and the shoot is fire! I’m talking, like, top-notch content. I’m buzzing.
But then, my phone rings. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s in a panic. “Dude, I locked myself out!” I’m like, “Seriously? You had one job!” But I can’t leave him hanging. So, I pack up and head to his place on Heriot Road.
When I get there, he’s sitting on the steps, looking all sad. I can’t help but laugh. “You’re a mess, mate!” We finally get him back in, and he’s all grateful. “You’re a lifesaver!” he says. I’m just glad I didn’t have to break a window.
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. But I can’t stop smiling. Chertsey, you’re a wild ride. From potholes to fire alarms, you keep me on my toes. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a quiet day once in a while. But who am I kidding? That’s not happening anytime soon!