This weekend I ZORBED. Many of you out there won't be familiar with zorbing so this is my introduction to it. Usually (i.e. in my case) an unpleseant friend will buy you a day zorbing to hurt you, knowing as friends do that if they buy you an 'experience' for your birthday, you can't turn it down.
Zorbing is being put in an oversized beachball, strapped to the inside, and pushed down a hill.
Sounds lovely doesn't it? No, I know. It's horrible in a really really fun 'I wish I wasn't here' kind of way. It's one of those activities you undertake thinking to yourself 'I'm going to do this because I can't wait until it's over and I've done it.' That is all.
Here's a picture of the event. This is my 'exit the zorb ball like Spiderman would' move, also known as the 'severely-shaken-crab'. Either way, I'm sure you'll all agree, I look very cool, calm and collected.
You can go zorbing here. Or you can read Hate for an equally disturbing ride.