Man, what a day! Seriously, Cirencester, you’ve got me all kinds of twisted. Woke up this mornin’ in my tiny flat on Cricklade St. The sun was shinin’, birds chirpin’, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up the local café, The Cotswold Kitchen. Best brekkie in town, no cap. I ordered my usual – full English, extra beans. But guess what? They were outta beans! Like, how do you run outta beans? I was fumin’. I mean, c’mon, it’s not rocket science. So I settled for a sad little croissant. Ugh.
After that, I strolled down the Market Place. It’s always buzzing, right? But today, it was like a freakin’ circus. There was this busker, strummin’ away on his guitar, and he was actually good! I mean, I’m a musician too, but this dude was makin’ me rethink my whole life. I tossed him a couple quid, but then he started playin’ my favorite song. Like, dude, that’s MY jam! I was torn between bein’ happy and jealous.
Then, outta nowhere, it started rainin’. I mean, classic British weather, right? I ducked into a shop on Castle Street, tryin’ to wait it out. It was one of those quirky little places, full of antiques and random knick-knacks. I found this old vinyl record of The Beatles. I was like, “Heck yeah!” But then I saw the price tag. £50?! For a scratched-up record? Nah, mate, not today.
So I left, soaked but determined. I headed over to the Cirencester Amphitheatre. It’s this ancient Roman thing, super cool. I thought, “Maybe I’ll get some inspiration.” But instead, I just ended up sittin’ there, thinkin’ about life. Like, why am I even here? What’s the point? You know, the usual musician existential crisis.
Then, I got a text from my mate, Sam. He was like, “Let’s hit the pub later.” I was like, “Yesss!” A pint sounded perfect. But first, I had to swing by the church on Black Jack Street. St. John the Baptist Church, it’s a beaut. I thought maybe I’d get some peace there. But nope! There was a wedding goin’ on. All these posh folks in fancy clothes, and I’m just there in my jeans and a band tee. I felt like a total scrub.
After that, I finally made it to The Crown. It’s my fave pub, always got good vibes. I ordered a pint of cider and plopped down with Sam. We started talkin’ about music, life, and all that jazz. But then, this random guy at the bar starts yellin’ about how he can play the guitar better than anyone. I was like, “Dude, chill.” But he kept goin’ on and on. I was ready to throw my drink at him.
But then, outta nowhere, he challenges me to a jam-off. I was like, “Are you serious?” But I couldn’t back down. So we ended up in the corner of the pub, me with my acoustic and him with his electric. It was wild! We played for like an hour, and the whole pub was into it. I felt like a rockstar!
After the jam, I was on a high. I mean, who knew Cirencester could be so lit? But then, as I was leavin’, I tripped over my own feet and spilled my drink all over myself. Classic. I was laughin’ and cursing at the same time.
So yeah, that was my day in Cirencester. Full of ups and downs, but that’s life, right? I’m exhausted but happy. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Maybe I’ll find those beans.