The time warp.

Have you ever spent what feels like ten, twenty minutes doing something only to see the clock and see that hours have passed? Of course you have, everyone has, but have you ever actually been in a time warp where you know that you haven’t spent any longer than the time that it has actually been but it turns out that you were actually doing whatever it was for a ridiculous amount of time? Now you’re probably really confused about what I am talking about, so now I will spend the rest of my blog explaining what it is that this first part was meant to be about, and then it will all make sense.

Tom Wilkin was explaining to me last night how Brett’s house is like a time warp. He said that one time he was over at Brett’s and it was like one in the morning, then the soccer started and they went for a swim, they got out of the pool, the soccer was at half time but the time was like four thirty in the morning so he went home. I found this rather hard to believe, I mean a half of soccer goes for forty five minutes, maybe fifty, max, with stoppages and all that. As much as I trust and love Tom Wilkin, his theory seemed ridiculous, and my belief in what he said was at an all time low.

It was around seventeen past twelve last night, and by that I mean it was exactly that time because I just checked the time that I sent my mum a message saying that I’ll be home after the soccer. The soccer was just about to start, Chris was playing Fable and the rest of us were playing Pokémon. Andrew was just catching some legendary Pokémon or something in the distortion world and I was just training. The soccer then started and devastatingly enough, Chelsea beat Man U, but I didn’t really care all that much. By the time the soccer ended, it was...somehow... five or so in the morning. I have no idea where the knowledge is in this, but it just was.

Now I have sat there as time flew by, I mean it happens easily when I used to play Xbox for hours on end and not realise that hours have actually passed, but this is ridiculous. The soccer game goes for ninety minutes, so we’ll say one hundred minutes there for the soccer game with stoppages and that. Then another twenty or so for half time, so that’s one hundred and twenty minutes which is two hours, I sent the text at midnightish, so we’ll say the game started at like twelve thirty... how could that possibly work? Unless I am getting my times completely wrong, which I am not... Tom was right about Brett’s house being a time warp... and that’s just fucked. I am fairly bored now, and I am getting texts from Andrew saying to go to Brett’s so I’ll probably go there and see how time... warps?