Rainbow Crew- "The Untold Story"

Date: - 30th April;
Location: - Garston Bridge;
Mission: - RAINBOW CREW

On Saturday the 29th April I took part in the Christian Union footy team meal. Fun was had by all, and it was great to socialise with a group of people I had known for a whole season. We’d never had time to chat to properly, as we were generally too busy with a little piece of leather. Anyway, I got home at near midnight, and for fear of being turned into a pumpkin, I quickly went to bed (well after a couple of rounds of “GOLDENEYE” on our flats recently acquired N64). When I finally made it back to my room, I set my alarm for 8:30am; knowing that the next day would determine my purpose in life, as 30th April was rightly dubbed "Rainbow day” and I had been given the solemn privilege to lead out the crew with my freshly purchased red top. As I lie back in bed, vivid colours floated across the insides of my eyelids; contrary to popular belief I wasn’t stoned; it was the exhilaration of “Rainbow Sunday” that sent me off into my own world of Reds, yellows and blues (for those less adapt at the English language, this meant I fell asleep quickly).

As I stirred, I was suddenly aware of the lack of the annoying ring-tone I normally woke up to; surely I hadn’t woken up before my alarm again. I lay back thinking, just five more minutes… just before I went back to my land of colours, I rolled back over onto my side and glanced at my little free Lynx clock, (which can be found on my bedside table). I thought nothing of it and closed my eyes. Whilst trying to get back to sleep, the image of the clock came back into my mind; surely I had read the time wrong? Cautiously, I re-opened my eyes and peered back desperately at the clock.

10:25am

I was hit with a cold sweat and panic took over. Quickly I checked my phone to confirm my worst fear; I had slept through my alarm, (I still maintain it didn’t go off), and the momentous occasion of the Rainbow Crew was in jeopardy! Quickly, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and picked up my phone. Going through the menu, I found Mr Leonard’s name. As the phone buzzed I could hear my heart beating in time. What threw me even more was the fact that either Will had had some drastic surgery since the last time I had seen him, or this was not in fact will. Fortunately, it was Rachel, aka Ms Green. I explained my predicament and told here I’d be there as soon as humanly possible. With that I hung up and dashed into the shower, dashed out, (the water did hit me, as well as some soap of some description), and threw on my clothes. With that, I sprinted out of my flat, and out of the gate of the Railyard. Then I slowed to a walking pace; I’m not the fittest of people and I could feel my lungs burning. When I got to the bus stop, I had another phone call from Mr Leonard, telling me he had a substitution in mind if I couldn’t make it on time.

At this point there was no chance I would make it to church on time- it was 10:35am, (for those who don’t know Bridge starts at 10:45am). I told Will I’d get there as soon as possible, but that he might want to scout round for a replacement just in case. The bus still wasn’t here; then a sudden wave of inspiration hit me- I had some money left over from the night before and I could use this to get a taxi! Telling Will of my plan I hailed a cab, and like every good Blockbuster movie, told the Cabbie to, “Step on it, I’m late for the Rainbow”. Directing him to Bridge was fun; apparently he’s the only cabbie in Liverpool who doesn’t know where Smithdown road is, even though we were on it! As the cabbie pulled up I looked down at my phone; it was 10:46am, I was a minute late.

Quickly, I ran through the doors of Bridge, much to the consternation of the bouncers on the door. Remembering where I was I made my apologies and slowed down to a brisk walk. As I turned the corner, I wondered which row the crew had acquired, and whether I’d be able to see them. My fears however were quickly quashed when from the back of the Hall, the thing that stood out the most was this bright orange T-shirt worn by none-other than Mr William Leonard himself. What filled me with further joy was the fact that next to him, was a seat; my seat. Not waiting for the next hymn, I quickly ambled through the central isle of the church and took my place; the Rainbow was now complete.

I am aware that some of you heathens who read this do not know what the Rainbow crew actually is; so for those, here is a brief overview.

The basic plan was for seven people, (whom shall remain nameless due to copyright purposes and not the fact that I don’t know their names…honest), each to wear a different top, corresponding to the colours of the rainbow, and sit in a line. Due to the amazing foresight of our leader William, (mentioned his name as he doesn’t have the brain power to sue me, after all he studies maths), we were all able to sit together at Garston Bridge (local church, aka centre of the universe), as there coincidentally rows of seven seats. That’s pretty much it.

Quote of the day

From our honourable leader when asked about the whether:

“You’ve gotta expect the rain if you want a rainbow”.

Summery

For those who couldn’t be bothered to read all above (I know I wouldn’t have), I thought I’d write a quick summery.

The day was great, fun was had by all. I hope everybody had as much fun as I did!

Hope you are all well and good luck with all your exams!! I better do some work now; I’ve wasted a couple of hours.

Take Care

Daniel