Wi-Fi in Scotland at last! Quick I must rush out and buy something that uses Wi-Fi… or not… well not yet… why would I pay $5.50 for an hour? Sheesh.
Tag: Scotland
bookmark_borderSociety Anger
Ever get that “why do I live here” kind of anger? I don’t mean Hamilton, or Scotland, I mean our society. Quite frankly it sucks.
Now I’ve admitted before that I am a snob (not a very good snob as I’m not rich enough for that… yet…) but I look at some of the people in our society, the ones that didn’t vote, that live of my (and your) taxes and contribute the sum of sweet f.a., and think
“Why do we put up with them?”
I look at the slums in other parts of the world and wonder how those people survive. Then I wonder what it would be like to swap the whole lot of them. Maybe that would stop these moaning, whinging slackers grabbing everything they can, and stop the government baby-sitting them. Don’t get me wrong, I realise there are people out there who have fallen on bad times and need a helping hand, I’ll gladly support them, but not these chain-smoking, tracksuit wearing 15 year parents who wander along the road yelling obscenities at their children.
As someone, in a film I think, once said: “We all have a choice”.
Remember it’s only a cliche because it’s true.
* Not quite sure why I’m so worked up about this, but it’s my site so I’ll bloody well vent when I want….
bookmark_borderSalty the Seal
Locally he is being called “Salty the Seal” and is certainly making a stir. All good for my home area, and to think, I used to fish in the Leven (the second fastest flowing river in the UK if memory serves me correctly, or is it Scotland… grrr damn memory…) however I had to pay for my permit, whereas Andre/Salty doesn’t.
bookmark_borderApril Fools Day
Seemingly we (in Scotland) celebrate this for two days, however I can’t say I’ve heard of Taily Day.
Anyway, the tradition of practical jokes is alive and well, and our poor finance assistant has just been made to stand outside in the cold rain waiting for a ‘red van’ to arrive to pick up a vital document. I think they left out there for 15 mins before admitting that it was just a prank. Very cruel. Reminds me of similar pranks: the ‘bucket of steam’, the ‘bubble for the spirit level’, or the ‘rubber hammer for glass nails’ being common ones.
Ohh and when should the April Fool pranks stop? I say 12 noon. Others say 12 midnight (others say midnite… ;-), what say you?
(Aside: seems like Blogger is playing it’s own little April Fool by not publishing…)
bookmark_borderCross Country
My Dad (who gets his second mention of the day) is a P.E. teacher. He wasn’t sadistic at home, in fact he was a pretty darn good Dad to have if you ask me, and as he’s my Dad it’s only my opinion that counts (ohhh and my sister’s).
I didn’t go to the school my Dad teaches at, instead I got one of his friends as my P.E. teacher. As such I guess I was singled out for a little bit of teasing in P.E. class. Such as when practising the shotput, failing miserably (I wasn’t very athletic as a child), and being told that “My granny could piss further than that McLean.. “.
Anyway, I digress. As with most kids we too ‘enjoyed’ the rigours of the cross-country run in January, in hail, snow, or whatever Arctic conditions there were that day (and remember that this is Scotland, a damn sight closer to the icebergs than England). We enjoyed the camaraderie that it built – “pick him up, pick him up, if McIntyre see’s us he’ll make us do an extra lap again!”, and the joy that is communal, exhaustion-related vomiting. Those were the days.
Unfortunately we only got to run around the football pitches, unlike Scaryduck, who recounts another hilarious tale from his childhood. (Let your lunch go down before you go read it though).
Sweet tooth
I missed this completely, so thanks to Scotblog for pointing it out. It seems that Nestle were going to pull production of condensed milk – a sweet thick milk – and so jeopardise the tablet (and banoffee pie) industry in Scotland.
Thankfully they have reversed their decision so Scottish tablet is saved from a sticky end.