After the snow comes...
A street near my apartment, spending some time as a river for tax purposes.
Weather here has been quite shit lately. Snow, whilst good for skiing, seems to undergo an amazing transformation, not unlike bananaman, except rather than consumption of bananas, the trigger appears to be the rising of the ambient temperature above a particular value, which I propose we refer to as "zero degrees celsius", at which point snow-covered townships become semi-submerged snork villages.
Investigations are continuing into holiday plans: Luckily enough, there are cheap ($60) direct flights from Göteborg to Dublin, so the Southern Sweden and Snuggles with Lil B plans sit very nicely together. Jess will be there by then, so it'll be a 3/5-scale re-enactment of Nueva York, minus Neptunes. There will be some consumption of alcohol with Pete H. in England, before he gets married (dropping like flies, I tells ya).
Then, continuing on a theme I've been developing of going places where I can get free accommodation, I am hatching (well, not really hatching yet, let's say nurturing with yolk) plans to hit up Robbo and Sabine in Innsbruck, and maybe do some walking in the nearby alps.
Here's a piccy of Innsbruck I found on the web, looks nice enough:
And here's a photo of Robbo taken by Mat on last year's reef trip. Notice B-Roq's framed photo of Hanson in the background.
Robbo's a dood, and Sabine is lovely.
Spain may also be graced with my presence. Depends on what they offer me. I think next summer I'll hit Svalbard. Then maybe Africa.
I should mention that these decisions are completely independent of the planned St Petersberg/Baltic trip mentioned earlier, which will happen, though I know not for sure when.
In other news, I keep forgetting to book time in the laundry room, and my socks are really getting Venga, so what did I do? Just went out and bought new socks! Lifestyles of the rich and famous. You can read about it, but I live it. Will my reckless spending eventually catch up with me? Not if I break its legs!
Spain may also be graced with my presence. Depends on what they offer me. I think next summer I'll hit Svalbard. Then maybe Africa.
I should mention that these decisions are completely independent of the planned St Petersberg/Baltic trip mentioned earlier, which will happen, though I know not for sure when.
In other news, I keep forgetting to book time in the laundry room, and my socks are really getting Venga, so what did I do? Just went out and bought new socks! Lifestyles of the rich and famous. You can read about it, but I live it. Will my reckless spending eventually catch up with me? Not if I break its legs!
posted by I-Rock at 12:04 AM
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At the risk of influencing the polls too significantly, I think its only fair to keep the masses informed about the Ireland holiday choice...
I can personally guarantee that Ian's entire time in the country will be spent on the couch watching Kath and Kim eating pretzels. If he's feeling exceptionally adventurous, he may be introduced to the Irish chapter of the magical kebab movement (- very well advanced I am pleased to report), be it the institution that is Abrakebabra.
I'm sure an absolute majority for red is on the way...
There's a shop here called "Fantastisk Kebab". Good name, but the product needs some work.
hmm, am I the only one imagining a "Queer Eye"-style makeover show where the kebab magicians from hornsby go from country to country, showing kebab shop owners how to make a real magic kebab?
tell me more about the socks -
sounds intriguing.
The new ones or the old ones?
The new ones were personally knitted for me by Sami tribeswomen from the whiskers of a thousand fur seals. They have the advantage that, should I accidentally fall in a frozen river, they will swim me to safety and feed me regurgitated krill until I recover my strength.
The old ones, well, as per the usual jokes about being alive, developing civilizations, and so on... These ones have gotten to the point where they are making satirical "mockumentaries" about my feet, which I think is a bit ungrateful.
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