Waving at Trains

Hello, long time no speak. How are you? We went to Scotland recently, I was going to blog about it on my week off but it didn't happen like so many other plans I had for my week off, like riding bikes for miles, running through fields in slow motion and waving at trains. Unfortunately real life interfered to taint things a little, phone calls had to be made to customer service teams. Is there a more inept, uncaring bunch of excuse ridden morons than these people? People so callous they probably cheer for Apollo Creed to win during not only Rocky but Rocky 2 as well. I had to call and shout at them on a Friday as well so they were probably dressed up and admiring each others 70's fancy dress.

Two weeks on and Scotland is a haze of windy roads taking us through mountains, their peaks hidden by thick cloud, pine forests and beautiful lochs. Memories of a proud father of the bride (we took in a Scottish wedding), a sunny boat trip to Mull looking out at calm waters to moss covered castles, a gigantic plate filled with fish and chips in Oban and sighting Eugene from the Vaselines at Hillhead station (see picture above).

We returned to London to hear reports about it being burnt to the ground. There was some pretty scary stuff going on but some of the coverage was ridiculous. My favourite report was from Russian TV where they were claiming that London zoo had been attacked, the Lions and Tigers were released and were now roaming the streets of London. There were no such sightings when I went to central London to visit my friend Paul who was in London on a course. Paul hates the tube and does anything to avoid it. This time he was heading to the Southbank for his tea and returning to his hotel by boat. Brilliant.

It's now Sunday and I smell cooking apples on the hob. It's time for tea.