Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up in Coleford, right? You know, that little gem in the Forest of Dean. I’m a live advertising dude, and today was supposed to be chill. Spoiler alert: it was anything but.
First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I grab my coffee from that little café on High Street—Café 21, I think? They do the best flat whites. I’m chugging it down like it’s the elixir of life, and I spill half of it on my shirt. Great start, right? I look like I just survived a coffee tsunami.
So, I’m rushing down Market Place, dodging folks like I’m in some weird video game. I swear, the old lady with the shopping trolley was out to get me. She was like a ninja, zooming past me. I’m thinking, “Lady, chill! I’m just trying to get to work!”
Finally, I get to my spot on the corner of Coleford Road and Newland Street. I’m setting up my stuff, and outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, can I help?” I’m like, “Sure, mate! Just don’t break anything!” He’s got this huge grin, and I can’t help but smile back. Kids, man. They’re the best.
Then, boom! The heavens open up. It starts pouring like it’s the end of the world. I’m scrambling to cover my gear. I’m soaked, and my signs are flapping around like they’re in a wind tunnel. I’m standing there, drenched, thinking, “This is NOT how I pictured my day.”
But then, out of the blue, this group of teens walks by. They see me struggling and start laughing. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!” But then they come over and help me out. We’re all huddled under this tiny awning on the corner of Church Street, and I’m just grateful. Like, who knew Coleford had such good vibes?
After the rain, the sun comes out. It’s like a scene from a movie. I’m drying off, and the streets are glistening. I’m feeling good again. I start chatting with the locals. There’s this one guy, Dave, who runs the pub down the road—The Royal Oak. He’s got the best stories. He tells me about the time he tried to make a giant sandwich for a charity event. It was a disaster, but he laughs about it like it was the best day ever.
Then, I get this wild idea. I’m like, “Let’s do a flash mob!” I grab my phone and start filming. I’m shouting, “Hey, everyone! Let’s dance!” People look at me like I’m nuts, but a few join in. We’re busting moves right there on the street. It’s chaos, but it’s the best kind. I’m laughing, they’re laughing, and for a moment, Coleford feels like the center of the universe.
But then, just when I think it can’t get crazier, this dog runs into the middle of our dance-off. It’s a little terrier, and it starts doing its own thing. I’m dying! The crowd goes wild. I’m like, “Forget the flash mob, we’ve got a dog show now!”
As the day winds down, I’m packing up. I’m exhausted but happy. I think about how Coleford is this mix of old and new. You’ve got the history, like the old coal mines, and then the new life, like all these cool shops popping up. It’s a vibe, you know?
I head back to my flat, still buzzing from the day. I can’t believe how much happened. I’m thinking, “Man, Coleford, you’ve got my heart.” I can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow. Just gotta remember to wear a raincoat!