Anarchy In Anglesey
Quarter past nine in the morning at the back of Cardiff Central Station and I’m sitting on my red suitcase listening to Lady Gaga’s new single, waiting patiently for the bus to pick me up. I met up with a friend of mine and we waited together for the coach that would take us to the famous and apparently bloody-miles-away Anglesey.
When the coach arrived we met some lovely peeps from the Vale. At first, the fact that we didn’t know each other almost seemed like it would be a problem and if I hadn’t have had confidence in the power of CLIC residentials I would have been worried that making friends with these kind and interesting people would have been difficult. The same goes for all the people that I encountered on this trip to Anglesey: you can come into contact with people from all over Wales that you’ve never met before and before you know it, you’re already friends on Facebook! Such is the power of CLIC!
The journey to Anglesey was somewhat disappointing and if I were to be currently filling in a customer satisfaction survey, I would most likely be inclined to mark the circle labelled “unsatisfied” and then write very strongly worded and opinionated comments in the “Anything Else?” section of said survey. The people on the journey were fab, don’t get me wrong and it was really great to meet the editors of some of the other local sites such as Dominique, Katie and Craig. However, our bus driver was somewhat… ill-informed as I’m sure those of you who attended the residential will agree and as such we were stuck on the bus for an extra two to three hours. I assure you, it is not fun.
But finally, after nearly knocking down an old woman’s house, passing the same McDonald's four times, stalling thrice and watching as our driver determinately tried to squeeze down a road that a perfectly lit, and bilingual sign tried to warn him was too narrow, we arrived in Anglesey and quickly proceeded to our evening meal – lasagne. Yum.
After a quick mix up with the rooms we soon settled down for a quick “tell us your name” before setting some ground rules and mingling with other CLICers (CLICer – noun – a person who uses or incorporates CLIC into their lives). After a noisy early morning I finally managed some sleep in the surprisingly comfy accommodation with my new roommates who seem keen to ensure everyone knows my supposed resemblance to Matt Smith, aka “the new Doctor Who” (fun fact – the character’s name is not in fact Doctor Who, but simply The Doctor, however due to the title of the show many people refer to him incorrectly).
Having been woken up at seven thirty by Craig after only a couple hours of sleep, we soon made our way to the breakfast area, which conveniently doubles as the lunch and dinner area.
After a disappointing breakfast we started our task of helping develop CLIC as well as helping with the new CLICzine (coming to all good bookstores near you soon) and helping a lovely woman called Rachel with sources that the UNCRC are looking to send to schools and young people centres in Wales.
All very important work and we were soon rewarded for our hard work with, not only lunch, but a circus skills workshop! A thoroughly delightful man by the name of Dave Southern brought, along with his bubbly personality and many years of experience, a vast array of circus toys of varying colours which keep young and childlike minds such as mine entertained for hours! The workshop was superb and I heard great things from some of the other young people who attended the workshop!
Following an evening of further important workshops such as video making, Banner Design 101 led by Dave and Kendo training we were all herded to the main room and presented with some pretty spectacular acts in the infamous CLIC’s Got Talent! Acts of the show included Paul Magee singing a brilliant original yet so far unnamed song, Tansi performing some wonderful performance art, the Swoosh Dancers who rocked everybody’s socks with their mash-up madness, the Wisp, aka Leroy who impressed everyone with his dance moves, the Defaid Dancers who… well… danced I think is the only way to describe it and the incredible 10Hours who sang a song about a certain bus journey as well as many others. The show was truly brilliant and with it all recorded on camera the memories are alive forever!
After CLIC’s Got Talent, people were left to their own devices although there was the option of karaoke in the main room, an offer of which many people, myself included took advantage of! Karaoke was compered by Dominique, who solely possesses the world’s greatest name as I have persistently informed her. She wore a red hat.
After an evening of TV, singing, tea, searching for badgers, informal chats amongst friends and a discussion of accents, people went to bed. Well, I say people, I mean most people. Well, I say most, I mean some. Well, I say some, I mean a few. Well, I say… you know what? No-one went to bed! Due to Kath’s poor influence many people were up until four a.m. before retiring while many people stayed up all night! Shock horror!
Alas, all good things must come to an end and the next morning we woke up rather early with a much more satisfying breakfast and gave some feedback about the weekend, which was, as you would expect, very positive!
After a weekend of voicing our thoughts, practising Kendo, dancing like lunatics, meeting new friends, learning new skills, getting to know other people involved with CLIC, helping CLIC develop – I really could just go on and on – playing ping pong, discussing hypnosis incessantly, taking part in quizzes, making banners, searching for badgers and having fun we found ourselves packed and back on the bus. I can’t help but feel that getting back on that bus was a mistake…
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