Now you may be aware that I am not here so this post is brought to you by the wonders of the "edit time stamp" function and if I have got the day wrong I am sorry, but:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIZA! XXXX

Doing a quick post before we hed off with Mira and Meno to do museums and stuff.

The hotel is very good, Miras flat is very nice with many objects of hand mande art spread through it, it is a very calming space. I like it.

Mira has very smiley eyes and is a very nice person. Good cook too, which is always a bonus. We took a load of booze to her flat last night and sat eating and drinking and havin fun.

We had a bit of confusion with how and where to meet up when we got here, as befits the worlds most disorganised organised people.

Ahmem.

Stockholm has much in the way of water and islands over and onto which we will be going today. If that makes any sense.

Gotta go now as everyone is waiting for me.

See ya!

sat in an airport being bored and watchin my money evaporate at an alarming rate.

This airport internet is such a huge fucking rip off it is untrue.

Waitnig for our flight and trying not to slap the ickle kiddies running around screaming. Should actually slap their stupid parents.

Weather outside looks all blue skies and sunnage, but it is rather chilly at half past four in the morning.

In other news, we didn't bring Miras address with us! nice move exlax.

So I hope Meno will text it to me.

Mind you I am not sure my phone is working as I sent a jolly "goodmorning" text to someone at half past six this morning and they have not replied yet.

Ahem.

Right, enough of filling the already overstuffed coffers of the airport rip off pirate bastards. I am going to take my boredom someplace else.

But what to do when I get back to S&F's????

Options are:

Have a sleep, because frankly I am knucking fackered.

Try to load my pictures onto the laptop to free up space for maximum snappage in Mira land.

Play my guitar, as I will be without one for almost a week.

Attempt to cut my hair with the trimmers, but this worries me. I know I want to look all neat and luvvvverleeee when I meet Mira and Meno but I only had it done just over a week ago.

Run naked round the garden with a bottle of green label Johnny Walker screaming all the vile words I can think of.

OK, the last one was a joke. I am in a good mood and there is no need for that sort of behaviour. It's not like its' the weekend or anything.

(if I don't manage to get the laptop linked up to the internet I wont be on here tonight and you will have to wait to discover if I find an internet cafe before you can get another dose of boredom from me. I don't know how you will all manage but you will just have to bloody well try. So if I can't check in over the next five days or so, see you later)

I was going to title this post “Don’t you just love gay barmen” but realised that you could all get the wrong impression. One that involved some bendage over bar counters and various entirely inappropriate lunchtime activities.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway. I was chatting in the pub with the bar type servy drinks geezer about various subjects ranging from Motorbike insurance and mortgages and attitudes to sex (what? Well it was just us in there so we could discuss what we liked) and I said

“Well being a bit older than you our attitude to sex was probably a bit different when we were teenagers”

“Well your not that older than me are you, I’m 37 – how old are you?”

“45”

“Oh! Really?” he said looking surprised (What a nice bloke, I think)

“Well then, you are quite a bit older than me” he said with a toss of his head (You git! You had to get that in. And that is all your getting in after that comment matey)

So there ya go, complimented and insulted with style, in the way only a gay barman in Soho can.

I love working here.

Well apart from the obvious one, that there is never enough of it for long enough, is that it never looks at you and says, “Save me in a nice warm account somewhere”

Well not to me. It says “GO FOR IT! BUY STUFF!” and bounces up and down all excited and encouraging like.

The thing is that this month we are supposedly getting a leeedle bit extra in our pay. For being good boys and girls. It will not be enough for a riverside pad in Kensington of course, but it’s more than you need to buy 10 bags of chips.

I should really put it away and use it for something good and worthy.

Or put it away to spend on a trip or holiday – spending money is always a good thing to have when you’re in that there “the foreign”.

But I can’t help the window shopping. I have been looking at lots of unnecessary goodies on the internet. Like new hand wound pickups for one of my guitars.

Or I could, horror of horrors – actually buy some new clothes. And trust me I cannot believe I just said that out loud either.

Must not be bad.

Exercise some sense and control.

Just once dammit!

It is a regular occurrence here at Weird Inc.:

The morning lightshow.

Every morning people wander into this big open plan warehouse of lost souls to find a desk. We few in the corner are the only ones who are up here all the time so we know where the light switches are. The rest of the desks sit in the gloom until these transient bods come in and start wildly flailing at the switches to cast some light on the desk they have chosen for their working day.

The random flashes and sudden plunges into darkness are enough to spark of an epileptic fit. If we put some coloured bulbs in it would be like attending a gig. In fact sometimes I feel like faking a fit just to get out of work for the day.

In other news, this is my last day at work this week because as you know I am off to the land of Mira to do some visiting. So after four this afternoon you could well be rid of my dull mutterings for almost an entire week. Especially if we can’t get S&F’s computer working tonight.

They do have internet cafes out there right?

Is just boring.

So you try to liven it up a bit. (watch till the end, the last one is amazing.)

Boy do they ever need to get girlfriends!

"Swashbuckling old Git"

Hmmmmmm, can't Imagine who put that one.

Check ya own tags ya short scally wench.

Just saw on the evening news that someone has been stabbed to death outside a McD's in Oxford street, not far from where I work.

What exactly is going on with people!

I know it's hot, and tempers get short but for gods sake!