Bambi on Ice

Went ice skating in London yesterday which turned out to be fun for a number of reasons. The first was through being given the opportunity of listening to the questionable Christmas songs playing over the speakers as people skated. The thing about Christmas songs is that there are so many out there that the completely obscure ones tend to hide away. Luckily they were inescapable yesterday.

One of them consisted of a dad tucking his children into bed and then the kids getting all arsey because he 'wouldn't sing them a song'. Shortly after that, the dad broke into song and I assumed it had gone down well because the kids didn't speak afterwards. Either that or the dad took an alternate way out of the situation and smothered them. Ho Ho Ho..


Predictably, my skating technique started with holding onto the side of the rink and shuffling around the side like I needed the toilet, but by the end of the hour session I wasn't doing bad at all. There was a quaint little cake shop by the side of the rink that looked innocent enough but we soon found out this wasn't the case after discovering they were selling cupcakes for £2.50 each. Ever heard of the word 'recession', Cathy's Cake Shop?