Monthly Archives: August 2012

As it stands last nights frivolities appear to be remaining last night.  The social awkwardness moment doesn’t really come.  This is a good thing, since I expect to be here as long as it takes my supplies to come through.  I find it quite ironic that a GPS tracker has got lost in the post. …

Having a title like that you know it’s not going to be something good.  I’ve had a couple of nights away from the party scene, so I’ve decided it would be silly of me to stay in an unprecidented third night in a row.  Goodness that’s unheard of.  It also happens to be the ‘Commie …

NHL ’94 on the Super Nintendo.  Those were the days.  The only reason I actually managed to learn the rules of American sports was through playing computer games.  Madden ’95 I think was the other one, but American ‘football’ is crap, so I didn’t have that for long.  I’ve always had a passing interest in …

No news from home so there is once again little to do.  One of these fine days I’m going to get off my lazy behind and go and see something.  I say ‘fine days’ when actually it’s been pretty miserable here,  overriding grey sky and drizzle.  It reminds me of a true Scottish summer, without …

Once again each day seems to be rolling into one.  I’m ready to leave here, but since my hands are tied waiting on various useful and necessary bits and bobs from home, I’m staying put.  As you might expect, there is little to update you on, save that I have been watching a lot of …

It’s a nice feeling when you wake up knowing you’ve had a successful night.  It always seems to make the hangover a little less heavy.  There isn’t a lot on the agenda for today except chilling out in the hostel and organising the week ahead.  Actually I do no organising whatsoever, watch a load of films and …

It would be rude not to go out on a Saturday night, but as there isn’t a soul around in the hostel up for it, it appears I’m going to be on my own.  As I’ll be heading to bars by myself, I think it wise to utilise some extra help in the form of …

Should I stay or should I go?  In the end it’s been a quiet Friday with not much going on so a visit to the local brew house is in order.  It isn’t a crazy one, there isn’t going to be any tales of sadistic debauchery and no baby seals were hurt in the making …

Bukowski has me gripped with his stunted, deliberately simplistic, brutal prose.  I’m not going anywhere, transported back to a time that really was worth complaining about.  It actually makes a change from sitting around all day doing bugger all.  At least I’m reading and gaining knowledge instead of losing it, doing something mindless like spending …

The smothering hostel atmosphere forces me to leave to seek something fulfilling.  It’s a nice place, but it’s as if the small accommodations have attracted a diverse wealth of odd balls.  A cast of Batman characters.  Was I one of these misfits?  Have I been cast out of society into the black hole of unfulfillment and despair?  A …