Can you believe it was easier to find this guy in medieval Scotland than it is in the 21st century? I must be going at this the wrong way. I wracked, or is it racked, my brain for ages…and then I had a brainwave walking to school.
I’d almost drifted away from a conversation Mark and Griff were having about gymnastics lessons or something. Griff’s really good at gymnastics – he’s only 13 but he reckons he’s strong enough already to try ‘the rings’ and ‘the high bars’. He’s gives it all that talk, but I’ve seen it on the telly, those guys are ripped with muscles and even though he’s been doing it since he was like five or something – there’s no way could do moves like that – not yet anyway.
I didn’t say that though, I just kind of grunted in approval and let him carry on – apparently his parents won’t let him do it anyway – not till he’s 14 they say.
“No, I’ve got an idea though…”
He left this silence just hanging there, waiting for one of us to say, “What?”
Mark said it first.
“I’m going to call up, pretend to be my dad or something and book myself onto the high bar class – then I’ll just tell them I’m going to do vault or something instead. My ‘rents don’t usually hang around to watch – they go and sit in Starbucks or do the Tesco shopping, so they’ll never know.”
“Unless you break your neck,” I said.
“Oh, don’t be so sensible, Danny,” they both moaned.
And then the idea hit me, it was so obvious – I could just call up and pretend to be Alex. Although I’d probably have to fake a Scottish accent!
So that evening I waited until everyone was downstairs watching Eastenders and I called the climbing company again. First I googled ‘how to talk with a Scottish accent and came across this helpful website: http://www.wikihow.com/Talk-With-a-Scottish-Accent
“Aye, this is Alex McLean.” I remembered his last name.
“Oh, Hallo Alex, how are ye?”
“Err… well, I dinnae know when me next climbing lesson is.” My accent was horrible, she must have noticed. “Me Dad has goan ahn thrown oot the reminder.”
“Ok, ye’s doon for the next fower Sat’daes at 10AM.”
“Thanks!” I said and hung up, phew that was close.
So now I know where Alex will be for the next four weekends, now all I have to do is get to Scotland…
Time Travel is Possible! 