This task, firstly presents a huge problem. It's self-defeating. Much like idealism, oooh yeah philosophy reference.

The moment you start doing this task the areas that are attractive to you become repulsive and those which were repulsive become attractive because of your desire to complete the task well. So we decided to overcome this simply by saying "Boooo!" to this and just going towards areas that would repulse us on a day-to-day basis.



In order to understand our thinking there are a few things which Tom and I find repulsive. Boredom, hills, old people, buses, chavs, drabness, lack-of-good-photo-opportunity-ness and not to mention Gorleston.

Clearly I could see what was coming

So now we will begin, our excursion started off, nicely enough in the famous Lighthouse Café where we happily sipped tea and talked about tasking and the day ahead. Now it starts, our first move was to avoid the town centre which is where I wanted to go because I needed to buy some things, so we made our way out of the shopping centre and to Regent Boulevard. This presented us with two areas that repulsed us, Regent Road and the Bus Station. Both miserable places but the bus station moreso as it provides us with buses, which we hate.

[Tom: I don't really want to go out of Yarmouth, I have to be back earlyish, so we'll get on a bus out of here"]

Yuck, a bus and Gorleston. Truly miserable.

And so we boarded the number 8 bus which travels through Yarmouth and onto our sister-town of Gorleston, which I hate and Tom hates as it is boring as hell and there are no decent shops and many old people. The bus journey was awful as is per usual, apart from a man with a high-score jacket, golden fleur-de-lis all round.

Steam World. Pretty much explains the people who live in Gorleston.

So when we disembarked at Gorleston I really wanted to go to the bakery to get a drink, but instead we walked in the opposite direction and down Baker Street. We were confronted by a sign which reads "Beach and Cliffs 3/4". Tom wants to go to the beach. No! We must go in the opposite direction to the old Somerfield store passed a demolished factory and around the side. The road leading in the other direction looks too nice.

Where once was Somerfield, will soon be Morrisons.

Now we are stood in a carpark. Miserable as fuck and boring to boot. So we walk away from the trees and up a hill, I hate hills, hills are the enemy of the fat. I like looking at them but I hate climbing them. We proceeded anyway and back onto the high street and then up it. Towards QD, a store I hate and then the worst thing we could have seen. "Health Food Centre". Given the nature of this task this store had "Reversed-Polarity Derive" written all over it. Once we had seen the horrors of this awful, awful place we went onwards to the rather grandly named "Precinct". It isn't a precinct, it's not even anything like it. It's a clothes shop and a cafe. This is somewhere neither of us had been, or even wanted to go, before and so we moved swiftly on, through a car park and ended up doing a circle and ending up at a bus stop again.

God I hate buses.

Number 2 bus this time, to the James Paget Hospital. I hate hospitals, I hate Gorleston and did I mention I hate hospitals. By this time this whole no-food situation was getting silly so we did, I confess, have a break and get a sandwich and some crisps but then we pressed on. Forwards out of the hospital, nearly run over by an ambulance and then down a boring alley to the world's most depressing housing estate. It's like I'd stepped into a model village. The grass is pristine, the houses clean, the roads empty and no children play. The parked cars are convertible Vauxhall Astras and Land Rover Discoveries. For me this is hell. No joke. I hate this place with every inch of my body and my ultimate fear in life is to live somewhere like this.

The housing estate where time stood still.

So we left the place and arrived at a roundabout. I wanted to see the new Travelodge hotel but obviously I was denied this and so we moved into a very boring looking office carpark. All shiny and new but this was a Saturday and so no-one was home. At this time we were under the impression we were supposed to be recording a podcast at 5pm so we really needed to start heading back although this was later not the case. We turned back and noticed that a sign promised that the hospital was infact along the bypass so we walked back along the bypass and about three quaters of a mile later finally arrived at the hospital to catch a bus back and so ended our derive.

And backwards bound we go.

I think we can draw some interesting conclusion about this. Firstly, is that even though everywhere we went was, essentialy, shit it was still fun and I would recomend everyone do this as it is much more interesting to spend a day somewhere you don't want to be with someone than somewhere you do. It also helped us appreciate where we live and just how much we appreciate our lives.

The greatest threat posed to GY0?

Also apologies for the following photos not being in any coherent order. I would give a reason but I think it's obvious why not.