Another blog. Gotta relieve my blog-stipation.

Hey there, I realize I blog in bursts, kinda like a brief diarrhoea between bouts of constipation. Not that I'd know what that's like. :)

So I have more pics and stories to share and since it's Saturday morning I feel I have the time to write 'em all down (metaphorically, as I can't write on a web page, I type) here on my blog.

So, Piccie #1,

This is me, at Loch Ness. If you look at my feet closely you notice something. I find it interesting. I've achieved the arcane art of levitation! Dave Blaine, you can learn a thing or two from me, trust me.

Ok, enough bs, I was running along the lake, just came down a hill, probabaly around miles 8-9. It was raining; I was pissed that it was raining, and well it was generally just miserable at that point. Ah, another thing, March 18th, Rome. If you call yourself a friend then you'll be there.

Ok, I'll forgive you if you don't just fly to Rome for a day to probably miss me as I run by you trapped in a stampeding herd of Italians but, hey, it'd be nice.

Ok, piccie #2,

This was Wednesday night. Sorry the pic is crap but that happens. These six guys here are first year BSc brewing students, they all happen to be in dresses, some with added puke at this point, and they all happen to be joined at the wrist by zip-ties. Looks like a good time doesn't it?

It was a brewer's night out Weds and well nobody, mostly nobody, knew this was going to happen. We started off in some super-cheap pub called the Standing Order, like 1.50 for a pint. Pretty cheap. Anyways, we got the hell out of there, they don't play music and we apparently needed a place that wouldn't kick us out.

We left Standing Order and hit up this little place called the Rose St. Brewery. We were basically the whole bar while we were there. The littlest guy of the chain gang projectile vomited across the pub, a couple pint glasses smashed and it was a good time.

So, the third place, The Guildford Arms was actually puke free! Tried a couple new cask ales there, but other wise not much to report on.

Ok, well the last pub of the night was some place, don't remember what it was called. Anyways, that doesn't matter, all that matters is that this is where most of the first year guys ended their night. One guy, looking plenty green, was trying to find his hat and bobbing (that "I gotta puke" kind of bobbing) in his seat at the back of the bar. Well, we got him up and started heading for the door. We didn't move quick enough. He chucked right onto my hand and directly into my pint. Yummy, it was a pretty sickly bullseye.

Anyways, the rest of the night ended up being a tour of most of Edinburgh, all in search of food. Not too interesting. I saw people smashing rubbish bins, not that that's unusual.

Ok, I will actually shower now, I want to smell nice for the good people at ASDA.

Enjoy the day, hope it doesn't piss rain at home.

Dave