Playground Of Kings

I have to admit, despite finally getting back to England after taking the "long way round", and even after setting up a cool Lymington/Chelsea living arrangement, it wasn't until I was being driven to my fancy hotel along the Promenade des Anglais, that I really thought, "yeah, you made it kid."

Off To France

I've got the week off next week, so I decided to go down to Nice on the French Riviera for a few days. Nice has been used in such awesome movies as Ronin and The Transporter, so I thought I'd stop by and see how it looks in real life. The hotel is right on the beach, so each day all I have to do is wake up, walk across the road, and relax. I'm looking forwards to taking it easy and not having a care in the entire world. I won't even check the news.

Still Together

Well well well, Mr. Salmond. It looks like the people spoke in a democratic election, and chose to stay with England. Looks like you won't be getting that statue after all!

The End Of Great Britain?

When I was a boy, we wern't supposed to say "Great Britain" as we were no longer "great." When I returned, we wern't allowed to say it because it was offensive to Northern Ireland. Tomorrow, we might not be allowed to say it as it might no longer exist. One thing's for sure, I'm not staying up all night to watch the results!

Back From Holland

I've just gotten back from Holland and Uncle Wim's 50th Anniversary party. I don't get the chance to see everyone as much as I used to, due to not really knowing when I'm going to have time off. It's a downside of contracting, but I have to admit, the upsides, so far, are more than making up for it.

I did find out just how far I've fallen, though. On Saturday night, we hit the town. But sadly I wasn't able to keep up with people both younger, and older than me. I remember the days in college when we'd go out at midnight, and now I'm tired by 11!