Back In Blighty

Well, that was an adventure.

I flew mostly with BMI (now a BA subsidiary) and they boast that they have been awarded "The most on-time departures for 7 years running". You could have fooled me. I took six flights with them. Not a single flight departed or arrived on time. Pathetic. Worse, you have to collect your luggage at each stage of the journey, which is shite. If you have a short connection, it gets even worse. Even worserer than that, if you have to change terminals (which I did, on the way there and back), the odds on making your connecting flight are even shiter. The next idiot that tells me I have a glamorous job is getting a kick in the slats.

Apart from the travel, the £6.80 a pint, the £32 to travel 8km's in a taxi (twice a day, to and from the event venue), it wasn't a bad week. The house on the lake was very peaceful. The telly broke on day 2 and I had no internet so I caught up on my wanking reading.

I got home late last night to a letter containing another parking fine from the Edinburgh trip. *SIGH* Here we go again. I'll update you all on progress with that.

Had I been here yesterday, I would have posted some humorous piccies for you. I will correct that now:

Mayor Gloomberg.

 World-class twat.

Hypocrisy and the Roman Catholic church.

Say it ain't so!

Necessity, the mother of invention.

 Necessity, the mother...

Necessi...

Women. Complicating things since the cave days...

Ain't that the truth?

Another secret revealed.....

That's nothing. My other donkey is a Ferrari.

Sly looking bugger, this one.

Fuckin' A.

Cops. Chasing down the super-criminals, so you don't have to.

"Arthur!"

"Steve! Where you been, man?"

Seriously love, see a hairdresser.

Cops. Desperate to meet targets.

Duct tape. Is there anything it can't fix?










Have a good 'un.

CR.