Back to the UK

As I said when I was back "Wow, there are so many ugly people!" seriously what happened! I don't remember it being this bad. And I have spent the last 1 1/2 years working with sweaty, greasy, bald headed, fat, angry blokes with the worst teeth and personal problems you dare to dream up. Where did all the lookers go?

Any way, I did have such a fantastic time it's taken me at least two weeks to stop feeling horrifically depressed and get on with my life (well - work). It was great to see the lads in Aberdeen if only for one night an I'm sorry I didn't get the opportunity to get back up. 

A memorable night was going to the pub in Edinburgh and winning a raffle prize, after a bloke bought us two pints for finding his wallet, that resulted in me and Joe getting pretty hammered with the owner of a brewery based in Orkney. Much to the jealously of the bearded and anorak'd beer aficionado's who had obviously been waiting for this night and had turned up with specially prepared questions for Rupert (or Roger, I cannot remember) about hops and brewing technicalities rather than Joe or I who winged it with "Yea yea, I can really smell the Grapefruit in this one". Rupert was a great guy who had started out on an Aerospace Engineering course at university before realizing that he hated uni and loved beer and took a job as a laborer in a brewery 20 years ago. He now runs The Highland Brewing Company making some damn fine beer's and left me and Joe with our new favorite quote "I want to go the opposite direction to the pub, how do I do that?". 

After Scotland I popped into London where I discovered I have actually been living in a cave with a blanket over my head and my finger in my ears. I am now completely lost when it comes to technology, London seemed more like a city from a movie with everybody navigating themselves around with some kind of app on various phones, hailing cabs and checking the new trendy, retro, totaly sheek bar to go to. I spent 10 minutes trying to turn on a iPad before giving up and scratching myself like the ape that I have devolved into. 

Felixstowe had not changed by any noticeable means what so ever and after 1 day I was already chomping at the bit to move on but it was nice to see Mum, Dad and the two Granddad's and relax for a bit. This was also the point where the weather changed from the "drought" (Ha - my arse!) to the most miserable howling storm I've seen in well a year and a half. But that did mean Dom took me out for a windsurf! 

So, Ill be back in the summer hopefully for the big wedding - looking forward to it!