Better late than never

It's been a while since I posted on this, so I guess it's about time to do so once again.



Where to begin...well I guess in October '06 would feel right. Nothing very interesting happened for a while after the last post (hence I haven't posted). Work & college, work & college mostly. At college we finished our drystone dyke and changed blocks. At work things started to heat up in the run up to the holidays, things started to get more chaotic and therefore more fun.

We had new staffs to show the ropes and make sure they didn't screw up too much.



Christmas came! Montrose had a white Christmas...sadly it wasn't because we had three feet of snow or anything as exciting as that, it was because we had frost covering the ground and the best weather condition ever...freezing fog! White fog as thick as jellied brains, thicker in fact. Christmas was fun, as always, being woken up at 8am by having my sister jump on my head and then doing the good old swapping of presents and such.



On the 27th I travelled down to the capital (Edinburgh) to meet Emmi who had come across to see the New Year in over here.

We braved the East coast winds along the cliffs and drank too much and stuff, good fun =p

On the 30th Douglas (Doggen), Patriq (Boyye), Bella och Camille arrived from Sweden also to spend New Year here.

The visitors all went out in my town on Hogmanay, while I...worked. But that's what I get for having a job in a pub.

The immortal words "Party at Wafer's" were said on the 1st as people decended on my poor defenceless house...well not completely defenceless, I made everyone who came drink gammeldansk, which is like a form of torture. Damn danish.

Eventually I had to say goodbye to Emmi (and the Swedes) once again ='(



Back to work and college.

Nothing very exciting happened until the 5th of February when I had to go into hospital for an operation. I had a hernia (bråck på svenska) and was in to get it patched up. I now have a nice scar which I like to show people...partly just to see the look on their faces when I start unzipping my trousers. It's still sore just now if I walk too much or too fast, but I'm surviving. I might put a picture of my scar up another day, just so you can all see it =)



I think that's more or less it. I'll write another one of these after a while, maybe not until I've been to KISC with Ger in easter.



Peace Out.

The second post!

I know I know, lame title but you're lucky I'm even updating it.

Anyway, what's happened lately. Well on the 7th October I was in the Golf Inn watching the Scotland vs France game (qualifier for Euro '08) and we won! 1-0! Get it up ye!
What an absolutely great result for Scotland. Putting us top of our group.

After work myself and a few friends went out, in celebration, to Busby's and drank quite a lot. We then continued drinking at one of thier houses and then my house. At my house we drank jägermeister and akvavit as well as beer until the pub opened at 12.30pm and kept drinking until Busby's closed after kareoke. In other words we drank together for around 24 hours.

Then sadly on the 11th we played the Ukraine and lost 2-0, putting us second in the group but we didn't play well at all, that and the damned Swedish ref was in need of some serious glasses. Damn Swedes : P


This weekend I wasn't working for a change. Instead I went to meet up with some friends in Liverpool.
We (Alex - Zimbabwe, Kaz - Wales, Skeletor - Montrose but stationed down south somewhere and myself) stayed at Alex's place in Liverpool.
We went out drinking on friday night, I found it very very expensive down there as I'm used to Montrose priced alcohol not £5.10 for a double vodka & coke! I was shocked to find that the places we were drinking weren't actually that extortionate compared to other places in the city.

I was very very drunken and keep getting parts of my memory back which isn't pleasant at times.


On saturday we lay around in the living room most of the afternoon watching Old School and Sharpe. Skeletor went away at about 6pm.

We stayed in and watched films and had a few vodkas in the relative safety of Alex's house. Land of the Dead is a must see film and has one of the best vehicals ever in it!

Dead Reckoning!


I left today, sunday, and flew home and after the journey all the way from Liverpool to Montrose my wings need a slight rest. I don't know how the geese do it.

Sadly there are no pictures from while we were out drinking.

Back to the grind tomorrow though.

Sex! Drugs! Rock & Roll!

Now that I've got your attention, I'll introduce you to my first blog thingy. One of my good friend's, from Sweden, has a blog on this site and I thought I should have a go at it.

You can find Lovisa's blog here http://lovisen.blogspot.com/

I think everyone'll be lucky if I update this thing even once, as I'm not so very good at keeping these internet based things, that you need to update occasionally, up and running.

Anywho, what can I really say? Ah I know, my summer.

Summer 2006
I was away over the summer doing exciting things and meeting great people. I worked at Vässarö for 5 weeks as part of the Kök 'A-Team' which kicked so much ass. Not only the working in catering but being in Sweden for Midsommar and all of the...out of work activities we did.
I wish we had the sauna culture over here as they do in Scandanavia, it would be ace. Jumping in the Baltic after bada bastu.

After V-ö I spent some time in Stockholm with some of the people I worked with, then flew down to Mamlö to visit the lovely Emma, where I left my camera in her house - so I don't have many photos of there or Denmark where I travelled to next.

In Denmark, Morten and his sister and a friend and myself went to the GrønKoncert and saw many Danish bands who sang in some funny language...I thought they were choking or gargling. Weird language.
Then I visited Nicoline and managed to get very very sunburnt and injure myself in a few different ways, including getting two pieces of glass in my foot while walking barefoot back from the beach.

Then I flew to Zürich, Switzerland and arrived without my hold-all bag...which happened to have most of my clothes in it. Never mind, always look on the bright side of life and all that, I met Mariale from Venezuela and have been speaking to her since then.
Always make the best of every situation.
I took the train to Kandersteg and was there, working mostly on campsite and even then only sporadically. It was good fun and I got to not only meet the great folk that I worked with last summer there, but also meet new people - the Summer 06 STS.

After staying for 5 days more than I meant to because of some terrorist activity of some sort and getting a mohawk, I arrived back in the country.

Flew back up to the North after meeting my sister and staying at my cousin's place for a night. The domestic flight was hellish compared to the international one, we were really restricted with everything you could even think of taking on the plane, I even had to put my one piece of handluggage (that I should've been allowed), my kilt in it's kilt-roll, into the hold.
Because I wasn't bitter...nope, not at all.