I'm off to Scotland this morning. Sat here at the compy, I've just noticed how un-naturally cold it seems today. I was watching the Weather forecast on the BBC this morning and apart from cloud, it looks like it will be a pleasant day. With no forecast of rain for the duration of my stay.
However switching to ITV, they were proud to announce that a very inconvenient band of wet weather stretches across all areas of Scotland that I intend to be in. Glasgow and Edinburgh mainly.
So do I pack the rain coat, or hit it out Stiff Upper Lip and all that.? Well considering that I have already packed, with only a jumper and umbrella, it better be bloody sunny.
See you all on Thursday
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Job done!!!
Wahey
Finally I have now passed the only test I had left until university. I am now legally allowed on the roads to go where ever I please whenever I please. One small point... No car.
Will have to poke the parents a bit more.
On Tuesday I am off to Scotland. To get drunk... No point lying here. I have a very good friend of mine who has offered to take me there.( The airport that is, not Scotland!!) Not arguing, it would cost me £30 each way in a taxi (again to the airport), £27 to drive it and park (no car ) and around £12 using public transport. Therefore I am deeply indebted to Smiff for keeping me out of debt?!!?
Last thing... This makes me smile.
Finally I have now passed the only test I had left until university. I am now legally allowed on the roads to go where ever I please whenever I please. One small point... No car.
Will have to poke the parents a bit more.
On Tuesday I am off to Scotland. To get drunk... No point lying here. I have a very good friend of mine who has offered to take me there.( The airport that is, not Scotland!!) Not arguing, it would cost me £30 each way in a taxi (again to the airport), £27 to drive it and park (no car ) and around £12 using public transport. Therefore I am deeply indebted to Smiff for keeping me out of debt?!!?
Last thing... This makes me smile.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Let the slacking commence
The exams are over!!!! Ah the freedom, the bliss, the empty nothingness.
I know you are jealous.
So is it all milk and honey in the world of the Bristoltraveller? No. I'm off to work tonight, and tomorrow night, and Saturday, and Sunday. If its anything like last Saturday I won't wait til August 1st (My official leaving date), I'll go now.
One positive is that next week I'm back off to Scotland to get heavily inebriated, see a play and just get away from whatever it is that I don't want to do down here. Not that I know, but it always shows it's head.
The second positive is that as of next Saturday my allegiances change at work, from then on the Bar has my priorities rather than my current position. Change is good, enough said.
The third positive is that in 5 weeks my dad comes home, after 4 1/2 months away. I know he says he's a Chief Engineer on a cruise ship, but when he is transferred out to Tahiti, you do have to wonder what the hell he is getting upto.
That means that in 6 1/2 weeks I'm off to Croatia, for two weeks in the sun. Which means by powers of observation that in under 6 1/2 weeks I would have quit my job.
So it all seems to be getting rather good for me at the moment. Especially now that the diet has made me loose 1/2 a stone in only a week. Yet the phrase... Famous last words will probably come back to haunt me.
I know you are jealous.
So is it all milk and honey in the world of the Bristoltraveller? No. I'm off to work tonight, and tomorrow night, and Saturday, and Sunday. If its anything like last Saturday I won't wait til August 1st (My official leaving date), I'll go now.
One positive is that next week I'm back off to Scotland to get heavily inebriated, see a play and just get away from whatever it is that I don't want to do down here. Not that I know, but it always shows it's head.
The second positive is that as of next Saturday my allegiances change at work, from then on the Bar has my priorities rather than my current position. Change is good, enough said.
The third positive is that in 5 weeks my dad comes home, after 4 1/2 months away. I know he says he's a Chief Engineer on a cruise ship, but when he is transferred out to Tahiti, you do have to wonder what the hell he is getting upto.
That means that in 6 1/2 weeks I'm off to Croatia, for two weeks in the sun. Which means by powers of observation that in under 6 1/2 weeks I would have quit my job.
So it all seems to be getting rather good for me at the moment. Especially now that the diet has made me loose 1/2 a stone in only a week. Yet the phrase... Famous last words will probably come back to haunt me.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
10 kilometres under the sea.
The whole revision thing is trundling along nicely. With my exams getting closer, I am surprised to find that my blood pressure is still at its usual sedate levels.
what's more important is that I have managed to get back into the diet with a vengeance and start swimming regularly again. This time it WILL work.
I have now done 10km over two weeks, which means that I am averaging 50 lengths every time that I go swimming. Sometimes I do more.. Such as when its busy and I then get more lengths from weaving around the bods.
However I still haven't managed to reach my goal of getting back up to my former rate of 64 lengths a time. Ah well at least its doing the body some good.
What I find even more annoying than my lack of progress is the negative progress of others in the pool. Especially housewives and elderly women. Now this isn't and ageist or even sexist complaint, however I was under the impression that swimming pools were meant for swimming in, and cafes we for chatting in. I mean they wouldn't be happy if I just sat in a cafe doing nothing would they? So why should they be allowed to sit in the pool and not swim?!
So please if you are sat in the pool, and see people giving it their all aiming at you, please have the grace to move aside... And you never know, you may just loose some weight while you are doing it.
what's more important is that I have managed to get back into the diet with a vengeance and start swimming regularly again. This time it WILL work.
I have now done 10km over two weeks, which means that I am averaging 50 lengths every time that I go swimming. Sometimes I do more.. Such as when its busy and I then get more lengths from weaving around the bods.
However I still haven't managed to reach my goal of getting back up to my former rate of 64 lengths a time. Ah well at least its doing the body some good.
What I find even more annoying than my lack of progress is the negative progress of others in the pool. Especially housewives and elderly women. Now this isn't and ageist or even sexist complaint, however I was under the impression that swimming pools were meant for swimming in, and cafes we for chatting in. I mean they wouldn't be happy if I just sat in a cafe doing nothing would they? So why should they be allowed to sit in the pool and not swim?!
So please if you are sat in the pool, and see people giving it their all aiming at you, please have the grace to move aside... And you never know, you may just loose some weight while you are doing it.
Friday, June 09, 2006
Revision, with a Splash of Swimming and a Dash of Sunbathing
Greetings
I now have just one week until my first exam, and like the mystical bitch that she is... fate has made it the one I can't revise for. Its an ICT exam, where all the work is done before hand and all I have to do is tick boxes. Fun.
Now it may seem like a good thing that the first is blissfully easy, however with all this revision getting one of the other biggies would have been better. That way I could just revise for one other and not have to think about the ICT. However as it stands I have to do the easy one first, and then panic over the weekend until I have the other two.
So you find me this week slaving over books to get my hard exams firmly into my head ready for the time when I may need the information.
However I have also found time to kick start the diet (again) and have been swimming several times this week. Usually 50 lengths a time, I'm trying to work myself back up to my former level of 64 or 1 Mile.
I have also been making use of our natural resources, by that I mean sitting on my arse in the sun with a text book. Problem is that I can never tan, just burn and then go slightly darker afterwards.
I now have just one week until my first exam, and like the mystical bitch that she is... fate has made it the one I can't revise for. Its an ICT exam, where all the work is done before hand and all I have to do is tick boxes. Fun.
Now it may seem like a good thing that the first is blissfully easy, however with all this revision getting one of the other biggies would have been better. That way I could just revise for one other and not have to think about the ICT. However as it stands I have to do the easy one first, and then panic over the weekend until I have the other two.
So you find me this week slaving over books to get my hard exams firmly into my head ready for the time when I may need the information.
However I have also found time to kick start the diet (again) and have been swimming several times this week. Usually 50 lengths a time, I'm trying to work myself back up to my former level of 64 or 1 Mile.
I have also been making use of our natural resources, by that I mean sitting on my arse in the sun with a text book. Problem is that I can never tan, just burn and then go slightly darker afterwards.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Busy Busy Busy, all hands on deck.
I've just sat down to have some 'me' time, and this is the first chance to get near the blog for nearly 2 weeks. So I hear you cry, what's been going on?
First of all after my last post, about lifts and other things I worked the entire weekend. Getting back at 11pm and then 6pm, at both times knackered. Then we had another bank holiday, in which I spent some time furvishly planning a very impromptu camping trip with a good mate of mine. We ended up just within Devon near Lynton and Lynmouth, at a very nice campsite on top of exmoor. So we spent a very pleasant few days wandering our way around the Devonshire and Somerset borders. Drinking too much, and not having to go near a supermarket once. We ate only from individual butchers, bakers and grocers... And I have to admit to loving it. The choice, and expertise that you just don't get with conglomerates these days.
We went out to small villages to find nice pubs, we used the West Somerset Railway to save on driving, we even got near to the beach. All this was washed down with large quantities of Ice Cream. You have to love Mr Whippy.
After we got back its been work of some sort or another. Revision - exams now under a fortnight away, and work at the hotel, which has now become easier as we have a full department again, after begins chronically understaffed for ages.
Yesterday to give myself a break I decided to get the garden furniture back out after its 8 month hibernation. I spent a pleasant hour putting the table, bench and chairs back together. Now all my mum has seemed to have done is lie out there for the last few days.
Right gtg, revision calls.
First of all after my last post, about lifts and other things I worked the entire weekend. Getting back at 11pm and then 6pm, at both times knackered. Then we had another bank holiday, in which I spent some time furvishly planning a very impromptu camping trip with a good mate of mine. We ended up just within Devon near Lynton and Lynmouth, at a very nice campsite on top of exmoor. So we spent a very pleasant few days wandering our way around the Devonshire and Somerset borders. Drinking too much, and not having to go near a supermarket once. We ate only from individual butchers, bakers and grocers... And I have to admit to loving it. The choice, and expertise that you just don't get with conglomerates these days.
We went out to small villages to find nice pubs, we used the West Somerset Railway to save on driving, we even got near to the beach. All this was washed down with large quantities of Ice Cream. You have to love Mr Whippy.
After we got back its been work of some sort or another. Revision - exams now under a fortnight away, and work at the hotel, which has now become easier as we have a full department again, after begins chronically understaffed for ages.
Yesterday to give myself a break I decided to get the garden furniture back out after its 8 month hibernation. I spent a pleasant hour putting the table, bench and chairs back together. Now all my mum has seemed to have done is lie out there for the last few days.
Right gtg, revision calls.
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