The Only Colin Left

The only other Colin I've ever met, who is vaguely the same age as me, left a couple of days ago. But in true Sunshine style, we can't just let him wander back to Dalton in Furness (Up North, UK) without saying goodbye? So we sent him off with a bit of a party with the rest of Ski School living on hill, plus some others living in town (including the owners of the Best Couch In Town).

This here is Colin P. So long!

And if you're wondering about all the matching hoodies, they are the Kids Kampus instructors 07/08 hoodies.



On the right, Alex undertaking a forfeit.

On the left, and below, this is Danny. I must credit Danny for being one of the few people who admitted to reading my blog on a regular basis, but he even reads it to other people, he quotes from it (which is a little strange) and he seems to eagerly await the next post... He asked if I mention him in this post (so there ya go, Danny) and I offered to him the chance to write a post of his own. We'll see how that works...



Danny Smart

Hometown: Banff, AB, Canada
Grew up: Reading, UK

Birthday: June 19, 1989
Deathday: March 31, 2063

In a relationship with Samantha Bruce-Moore

Favourite Quote:

My tiger friend has got the sled,
And I have packed a snack.
We're all set for the trip ahead.
We're never coming back!

We're abandoning this life we've led!
So long, mom and pop!
We're sick of doing what you've said,
And now its going to stop!

We're going where its snows all year,
Where life can have real meaning.
A place where we won't have to hear,
"Your room could stand some cleaning."

The Yukon is the place for us!
That's where we want to live.
Up there we'll get to yell and cuss,
And act real primitive.

We'll never have to go to school,
Forced into submission,
By monstrous, crabby teachers who'll
Make us learn addition.

We'll never have to clean a plate,
Of veggie gloup and goos.
Messily we'll masticate,
Using any fork we choose!

The timber wolves will be our friends.
We'll stay up late and howl,
At the moon, till' nighttime ends,
Before going on the prowl.

Oh, what a life! We cannot wait,
To be in that arctic land,
Where we'll be masters of out fate,
And live a life that's grand!

No more of parental rules!
We're heading for some snow!
Good riddance to those grown-up ghouls!
We're leaving! YUKON HO!