Greetings from not-very-sunny Scotland
In Scotland. No Internet at home. At coffee shop. Wireless access is expensive.
Kids where I live stare at me like people in Xiamen stared at Neil. A singularly unusual and hilarious experience (”Look, a Chinky!” is what I imagine they’re saying).
The house we’re renovating is going to so shit hot when it’s completed.
It’s been cold, but I’m told it’s actually very mild for this time of year. Loads of hawthorn berries are on the trees, which is traditionally a sign of a bad winter. Oh joy and raptures.
I have new black Doc Martens that are very cool. I wear woolly socks. I just bought a pair of fluffy cow slippers for wearing around the house. Hehe.
Still looking for a job.
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welcome back…
A couple of inches of extra subcutaneous lipids works pretty well as natural insulation. I was kind of expecting the staring thing to happen.
Hi Andrea! Reading your weblog over the years (…) has given me a chance to travel around the world, too.
Do tell more about the Doc Martens. Boots? Shoes?
poor neil…your constant complaining about the food, cold weather and excess of white folk will slowly drive him mad. His only hope is to stay in a drunken stupor and avoid you when your nipples are cold.
Cold air is way better than hot & humid! And I bet the air is cool and crisp !
go to a library, its free. if not, look for one of those £1 an hour net cafe places.
fred, do you know andrea at all??? i’m thinking not.
Kris, I think Fred is just describing how his own life turned out in a similar climate and is just assuming Neil and Andrea will end up the same way.
Don’t feed the trolls, lah. Hehe.
Yah!!! Andreas back. :)
Boo!! Fred from Seattle is back.
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