First of all, i'm writing this sat in my boxers, a t-shirt and listening to Chris de Burgh - Spanish Train. So, if you want to read it the way it was wrote, i will give you all of the means necissary!
Here's an embedded youtube video of the song:
The rest is up to you!
So it was a great 10 days, full of chinese all you can eats, KFC boneless boxes, more cola and pork chops than you could possibly imagine, Other than the food i also spent time with Simmons, never a bad thing! During the time there we viewed that which is likely to be our home for a few years, a nice flat in close proximity to Dundee City Centre, just far enough away that loud traffic wont be a problem. It's quite a big place, plenty of room for 2, massive bedroom and living room and it already has an internet line installed... when viewing a property which is not yet empty, i find it is imperitive you check for the little blue modem sat somewhere about the place.
May 20th also marks a full year passed since Simmons first encountered me screaming about iraqi's, headshots and a war which was only happening in 3D from the comfort of my bedroom. It's hard to really comprehend the fact that i've known him for so long, yet in a weird way it seems that i've known him much longer... I can't quite explain it. Suffice to say that it's been a fairly intense year in the terms of how much we have learnt of each other.
And the next song has come, again embedded!
The 10 days i spent in Dundee were just fantastic and i got to see a side of simmons i hadn't seen quite in it's full glory before: Completely and utterly wasted. We went out to the student Union near his place for what was only going to be a couple of drinks and a few games of pool / time crisis, it turned out to be a long night of double vodka's with either red bull or coke (Diet coke on his part... i still don't get the reason behind drinking diet fizzy drinks...) Jager bombs, Becks, some cola and whiskey pitcher and several other drinks.
It became apparent at some point, that perhaps simmons had drank one too many and he asked me to go and get him some water, which i did, up at the bar which was fairly crowded i glanced back every few mins to make sure he was ok, a while after standing at the bar, i get a call from him, somehow he had managed to slip past and randomly headed outside, down a road and sat on a little wall where he was telling me to get him... anyway back to the flat and let's say simmons wasn't at his most charming... Although watching him clean up the mess he had made just a few hours later was satisfying.
and the kebab i ordered that night once he had fell asleep was fantastic, if anyone is in the Dundee area in the future, i very much suggest Istanbulli if you're in need of kebab, or 2 huge burgers, salad and shit loads of kebab meat in a bun... it's open until like 3AM each night and if you manage to relay what you want to them on the phone who can barely speak english, chances are, you're not too pissed to hold the food down once it arrives, a nice fail safe system they have implemented!
On to the next song! I'm going to assume you have not yet finished with the last 2 and wont link it, i'm likely to save myself a lot of embarrassement in not doing so...
So anyway, back to England it is... The flight was good, some really nice views, i don't think i'll ever fully get over the beauty of looking out of a plane window and this was just over Scotland and England, i can only imagine some of the sights in other parts of the world. I was greeted once i got off the following train ride, with what i can only describe as a somewhat pungent stench of stale piss at Coventry train station.. fantastic...
Next song!
Anyway, i still really wish i was still in scotland, although the prospect of moving there is getting closer and closer, which is a little scary, but exciting at the same time. LPW show tomorrow, and after a nice relaxing 10 days, i'm looking forward to letting out some aggression and shouting some obsceneties at the 'crowd' inverted comma's for obvious reasons there.
For now? I'm not sure, perhaps i will go take the washing out of the machine, talk to some people on MSN and eventually retire to my bed... that's going to feel odd...
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