newcastle-upon-tyne
I got out of town with Mate and went into England for a night. Drove into Newcastle, watched the second half of a football match in a pub which was part of the stadium. Match didn't go well for Newcastle -- two of the players on *Newcastle's* team got a red card for fighting with *each other* on the field. Tough group of people -- the match was a disaster for Newcastle.
Saw some signs on the road which were amusing on the A1 -- "Pubmaster" and "Superpub" were endless entertainment. "138 casualties in three years" one said. That's an awful lot of deaths per month for a small seven mile stretch. In a country where guns aren't available, they make up for it in other ways.
A lot of deaths in the last few days... I know bad news comes in streaks but this is ridiculous.
So, for the record on this blog, my chocolate Labrador, Bosco, died on the morning of 30th March. He was old enough, it's just pushed me over the edge. I couldn't even get a pint (of ice cream) or an international phone card that night... bloody Britain. The Pope died on 2nd April, while I was at a pub in Newcastle, The Tyne. And the same day Eileen found my hermit crabs (Hermes and Dr. Zoidberg) have moved on to a brave new world (Lunch passed on only a few weeks after we got them), as well. Eileen has been fantastic to take care of them for me though, and it means a lot to me. She and I were basically their 'parents' and it is especially hard for parents to outlive their 'young', though George Carlin put it best when he said that having a pet is investing in a future tragedy (except for turtles, of course, who may end up with your great-great-grandchildren...).
I'm thousands of miles away, stranded in a sense. Far from any control over my life, and at the mercy of a merciless exchange rate and society where any kind of simply convenience is at a premium. I suppose I will have to tough it out, though for the first time in my life I really just want to throw up the white flag and say I've been bested. I'll tough it out, I always do.
I don't want to over-dramatize this; I'm not torn apart anymore, but I'm lethargic which is painful for someone like me (I like to *choose* lethargy, not submit to it). I had a nice time in Newcastle, and had some nice brews; the English really need to understand that ale is to be served COLD though... But I am 'glad' to be back in my flat; I need to find a way to have some kind of fresh start though.
Still looking for inspiration. But aren't we all? I'll end on that.
PS: I posted the rest of the Isle of Arran pictures. Dig in.
Saw some signs on the road which were amusing on the A1 -- "Pubmaster" and "Superpub" were endless entertainment. "138 casualties in three years" one said. That's an awful lot of deaths per month for a small seven mile stretch. In a country where guns aren't available, they make up for it in other ways.
A lot of deaths in the last few days... I know bad news comes in streaks but this is ridiculous.
So, for the record on this blog, my chocolate Labrador, Bosco, died on the morning of 30th March. He was old enough, it's just pushed me over the edge. I couldn't even get a pint (of ice cream) or an international phone card that night... bloody Britain. The Pope died on 2nd April, while I was at a pub in Newcastle, The Tyne. And the same day Eileen found my hermit crabs (Hermes and Dr. Zoidberg) have moved on to a brave new world (Lunch passed on only a few weeks after we got them), as well. Eileen has been fantastic to take care of them for me though, and it means a lot to me. She and I were basically their 'parents' and it is especially hard for parents to outlive their 'young', though George Carlin put it best when he said that having a pet is investing in a future tragedy (except for turtles, of course, who may end up with your great-great-grandchildren...).
I'm thousands of miles away, stranded in a sense. Far from any control over my life, and at the mercy of a merciless exchange rate and society where any kind of simply convenience is at a premium. I suppose I will have to tough it out, though for the first time in my life I really just want to throw up the white flag and say I've been bested. I'll tough it out, I always do.
I don't want to over-dramatize this; I'm not torn apart anymore, but I'm lethargic which is painful for someone like me (I like to *choose* lethargy, not submit to it). I had a nice time in Newcastle, and had some nice brews; the English really need to understand that ale is to be served COLD though... But I am 'glad' to be back in my flat; I need to find a way to have some kind of fresh start though.
Still looking for inspiration. But aren't we all? I'll end on that.
PS: I posted the rest of the Isle of Arran pictures. Dig in.
1 Comments:
"I posted the rest of the Isle of Arran pictures"
I like the jacket. *grins*
LOVE,
The Morrigan
P.S. When you get back to the states, check your cell messages. That's all I'm sayin'. *winks*
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