Friday, February 17, 2006
well i guess ive arrived safely in scotland. apart from obtaining severely dry skin and a hefty amount of alcohol in my system on the second night of stay, i am perectly okay. in fact im pretty much under the influence now and ill make this short because im spending an awful amount of time pressing the backspace button to erase embarrassing errors. which is quite hard.
smoking is going to be totally banned over here come 26th march. nobody is allowed to smoke at alll in any public place. so scotland is going to be smoke free! worse than singapore if you ask me. i can imagine loads of people smoking in back alleys and in little corners trying to escape the eyes of the smoke police! i mean to suddenly have a law like that is pretty much like telling people they cant wear clothes anymore. not that i would mind. but still! its these people that work behind the bars that dont smoke, who inhale so much smoke that they smoke more than a smoker does a day. a few of them have died i think. what a shame. another way could just be to circulate little gas masks when you enter a pub. that would be cool. but they prolly couldnt hear your order. so nevermind... managed to miss my first flight in paris because there wasnt enough time to get from one terminal to another. 45 minutes, the bastards. and you gotta take buses and shit. so i arrive at my gate at 7.20 when it ays departure 7.30. and all the lights were off. sonnofabitch! so i had to get the next flight out and the person said 8 hours to wait sir. i was like.. omgwtfbbq? so i had 8 hours in one terminal to kill. i mean after you wonder the shops (not many) 3 times you know everything they sell, what prices they are, and who the staff are. and that only took about an hour at max. so you end up sitting down staring into space for 6+ hours. its the most stoning i've ever done in my life! then i reach edinburgh and my dads not there. hahah so i panic and wait cause i got no money fer a taxi. but alas he arrives and we are reunited. what a heartwarming story of fatigue, dispair, suspense, and £10 pounds spent on a lunch that was bollocks. /edit because of 21731984124 over and out!
James Barr at 12:10 PM
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