This weekend I'm going mountain climbing. In a rather serious manner. This is going to hurt a lot. Prepare yourself for pictures of my feet in shreds.
In other news, I bought flights to Honduras today. Prepare yourself for pictures of idyllic beauty.
Adios.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Cuban nightmares
Yeah yeah yeah, it's been a while.
So for those following with a keen eye, today was the cup final. The less said the better, as we were losing 2-0 when the match was abondoned in the 55th minute as our captain broke his fibula, ruptured his ligaments and dislocated his ankle. I will have nightmares about looking at it for a long long time.
My afternoon was slightly more pleasant, spent showing my buddy Zac around town, culminating in whisky and cuban cigars outside a pub in Rose Street. Nothing particularly abnormal about that, until we spied a group of guys starting to chat up a bunch of women on a hen weekend in the pub opposite. Again, nothing particularly unusal, until after further spying, we spotted one guy wearing ski boots.
They were indeed a random bunch, some in surf wear, others in public school attire, and were also chaperoned by a small cocker spaniel (no doubt to keep the ladies' interest). All was quite pleasant, until one chap decided to impress the women by drinking a pint by pouring it into his mouth from a distance of one foot above his motuh. The next guy decided to go one further and drank thirstily from his sweaty ski boot. What shenannigans. And the whisky was beautiful. Shame my throat is now more sensitive than the East/West Berlin border (I watched The Lives Of Others last night).
I'm gonna miss this town.
So for those following with a keen eye, today was the cup final. The less said the better, as we were losing 2-0 when the match was abondoned in the 55th minute as our captain broke his fibula, ruptured his ligaments and dislocated his ankle. I will have nightmares about looking at it for a long long time.
My afternoon was slightly more pleasant, spent showing my buddy Zac around town, culminating in whisky and cuban cigars outside a pub in Rose Street. Nothing particularly abnormal about that, until we spied a group of guys starting to chat up a bunch of women on a hen weekend in the pub opposite. Again, nothing particularly unusal, until after further spying, we spotted one guy wearing ski boots.
They were indeed a random bunch, some in surf wear, others in public school attire, and were also chaperoned by a small cocker spaniel (no doubt to keep the ladies' interest). All was quite pleasant, until one chap decided to impress the women by drinking a pint by pouring it into his mouth from a distance of one foot above his motuh. The next guy decided to go one further and drank thirstily from his sweaty ski boot. What shenannigans. And the whisky was beautiful. Shame my throat is now more sensitive than the East/West Berlin border (I watched The Lives Of Others last night).
I'm gonna miss this town.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Feminism is evil
Feminism is the root cause of our society's (I'm talking UK here) ailments. Discuss.
I wonder whether the title will get the googlers in. :)
I wonder whether the title will get the googlers in. :)
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