Old Skool: Frozen Terror

The frozen terror that is Ice Skating
Oct. 21, 2009
Good morrow everyone!

I thought I'd better write about the wonderful winter wonderland that is Ice Skating, since I gave it a bash last saturday, much to the dismay of my lower leg muscles.

I fully understand many people absolutely adore Ice Skating, I was dragged there kicking and screaming by my darling best friend Neil, who is one such lover of the sport. (Is it a sport...really? REALLY?)

Anyway, to make matters worse it was a disco (are they quite insane? Add darkness to my worries why don't they?!) and it was full to the brim with nervous looking teenagers eyeing eachother up and trying to look nonchalant as they shuffled precariously around the ice.

To be fair, there were non-shufflers, and they were intrinsically more terrifying, they were like rockets, weaving in and out of people and speeding up to girls spraying them with ice, while the girls scream (genuine terror, not flirtatious folly) as they sped away again.

Once I got the hang of it, I was alright, but my ankles were killing me and to make matters worse still, Neil and I were the eldest there (except for the steward, grivens!) and I felt old. Properly 'Kid's these days...' sort of old. I gave it a go for Neil's sake (I did it for love, man!) but it'll take a whole lot longer in Pizza Hut drinking wine than it did this time!

xxx