Man, what a day! Egham, you wild little town. I woke up, and it was like the universe was like, “Let’s throw some chaos at this artist-technologist!” First off, I spilled my coffee all over my sketchbook. Ugh! Not the best start, right?
So, I’m rushing outta my flat on High Street, dodging pigeons like they’re ninjas. Seriously, these birds have no chill. I’m on my way to the Egham Arts Centre, all hyped to set up my new installation. It’s supposed to be this cool mix of tech and art, but I’m already late. Classic me.
I hit up the corner of Egham Hill, and guess what? There’s a random street performer. This dude’s playing the ukulele, singing some cheesy love song. I’m like, “Bro, it’s 9 AM, not a rom-com!” But then, he hits this high note, and I’m like, “Okay, respect.” I toss him a quid.
Finally, I get to the Arts Centre, and it’s packed! Like, what’s going on? Turns out, there’s a pop-up market. I’m all for supporting local, but I need space to breathe! I squeeze through the crowd, dodging people like I’m in a video game.
I set up my stuff, and it’s looking good. I’m vibing, feeling the energy. Then, outta nowhere, this kid knocks over my display. I’m like, “Nooooo!” My heart drops. But the kid’s mom is super apologetic, and I can’t stay mad. Kids, man. They’re like tiny tornadoes.
After that, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the River Thames. It’s so peaceful there. I sit on a bench, and the sun’s shining. I’m thinking, “This is it. This is life.” But then, I see a bunch of ducks fighting over bread. Like, chill, guys! It’s not that serious!
I head back to the market, and I’m feeling peckish. I grab a bacon butty from this little food stall on The Broadway. OMG, it’s heavenly! I’m munching away, and this old bloke starts chatting me up about the history of Egham. Apparently, it’s got some royal connections. Who knew? I’m just here for the food, mate!
Then, I get a text from my mate, saying he’s at The Crown. I’m like, “Why not?” So, I pop in for a pint. The vibe is chill, and I’m laughing with my mates. But then, the football match comes on, and it’s like a whole different world. Everyone’s shouting, and I’m just sipping my drink, trying to stay outta the chaos.
As the day winds down, I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Egham’s got this weird charm. The mix of old and new, the streets buzzing with life. I pass by the old church on Church Road, and it hits me—this place has stories.
I get home, and I’m exhausted but happy. I flop onto my bed, thinking about all the madness. Egham, you’ve got my heart. Even with the spills, the chaos, and the random duck fights. Can’t wait for tomorrow!