Nightboar to Cairo, Stagcoach optional

Survived the stag do; with scars. Yes coasteering IS as scary as it looks.

Mostly shit music but looks like where I did mine; Abereiddy. I survived but swallowed most of the North Sea and got rather scraped...most intense thing I've done. Not sure I'd want a repeat, although swimming and caves was rather fun. I didn't do the crazy dives...

Also did clay pigeon shooting, which I wasn't shit at amazingly - those old rifle days came in handy for something I guess - and skipped the quad biking. Loads of drinking and dire Tenby nightlife, not too embarassing, apart from the club in Tenby I went to and made an exit after a while...very straight. I don't really notice the girls much in these places but it was one of those cheap booze and all the local girls dress up in costumes cos there's nothing else to do and well, the natural assets need a lot of help. And 'm not talking about ruined mines or quarries. Scary.

James's wedding is tomorrow...so going to get up in my get up (not literally) and meet Kirk and go down on the train. I think it might be fun, but cos I did the stag I'm not going to feel bound to stay really late!

Had a little burst of organisation. Booked the kilts for my dad's wedding today, booked the hotel room so we don't have to rush back, and booked the flights for South Africa and Cairo, Yes planning to export the London riots to Egypt - NOT PLEASE DON'T JAIL ME FOR FOUR YEARS etc etc. :-P Nah going to see John's mum who hopefully will make it to 100 in November so stopping over in Egypt on the way. I do hope it doesn't kick off, Libya style...Can't really afford it, as can't afford said kilts cos had like 2-3 months of no work, but working now and it has to be done. Duty, duty, duty etc etc etc. Anyway this summer has been so crap - well this half - that I need some proper sun, anyway.

This coupled with erecting shelving and sorting a load of my CDs into a massive wallet to save more space is scarily organised, just one of my manic episodes...and also, being off work eventually I just crack and have to sort out this space....also inviting shags round it gets rather embarassing if there are piles of clothes etc...so sorted that out, despite damp/mould attack on my chest of drawers - probably good I don't store clothes there much. So got out the silica-gel type dehumidifier, hope that'll help (I rent, and it's the fireplace full of massive chest of drawers so little I can do, really...since the damp/moist air is probably coming up the old flue...hmm. All I can do is stop it trying to munch my clothes, in a similar fashion to all the cedar wood oil I've been brandishing....I do not want moths eating my kilt/suit.

Cant remember much more to report, probably will be loads more after weddings etc. Shame my older relatives from Sheffield aren't coming cos of age or holiday clash, cos I'd really like them to meet John, but putting him through the 'do you want a cup of tea?' x5minutes x thewholeday is not fair on him. Cousins aren't invited either, so guess it's all Haslemere people. Oh joy. Maybe I can pretend to be the Scottish ambassador or something, from forrin climes that doesn't speak Englese to ex-council people....and people going 'oooh I knew you when you were small (no you didn't) - do you still live around here? (not for the last 12 years, madam!') etc.

Oh for Tony if he reads my blog: I'm back! DIDJA MISS ME??!?!!! :-P (actually I've always been here posting pics and horny sex filter stuffs but like the Black Hand Gang it's NEED TO KNOW basis *touches nose*. Or something.

Nightboar to Cairo, Stagcoach optional

Survived the stag do; with scars. Yes coasteering IS as scary as it looks.

Mostly shit music but looks like where I did mine; Abereiddy. I survived but swallowed most of the North Sea and got rather scraped...most intense thing I've done. Not sure I'd want a repeat, although swimming and caves was rather fun. I didn't do the crazy dives...

Also did clay pigeon shooting, which I wasn't shit at amazingly - those old rifle days came in handy for something I guess - and skipped the quad biking. Loads of drinking and dire Tenby nightlife, not too embarassing, apart from the club in Tenby I went to and made an exit after a while...very straight. I don't really notice the girls much in these places but it was one of those cheap booze and all the local girls dress up in costumes cos there's nothing else to do and well, the natural assets need a lot of help. And 'm not talking about ruined mines or quarries. Scary.

James's wedding is tomorrow...so going to get up in my get up (not literally) and meet Kirk and go down on the train. I think it might be fun, but cos I did the stag I'm not going to feel bound to stay really late!

Had a little burst of organisation. Booked the kilts for my dad's wedding today, booked the hotel room so we don't have to rush back, and booked the flights for South Africa and Cairo, Yes planning to export the London riots to Egypt - NOT PLEASE DON'T JAIL ME FOR FOUR YEARS etc etc. :-P Nah going to see John's mum who hopefully will make it to 100 in November so stopping over in Egypt on the way. I do hope it doesn't kick off, Libya style...Can't really afford it, as can't afford said kilts cos had like 2-3 months of no work, but working now and it has to be done. Duty, duty, duty etc etc etc. Anyway this summer has been so crap - well this half - that I need some proper sun, anyway.

This coupled with erecting shelving and sorting a load of my CDs into a massive wallet to save more space is scarily organised, just one of my manic episodes...and also, being off work eventually I just crack and have to sort out this space....also inviting shags round it gets rather embarassing if there are piles of clothes etc...so sorted that out, despite damp/mould attack on my chest of drawers - probably good I don't store clothes there much. So got out the silica-gel type dehumidifier, hope that'll help (I rent, and it's the fireplace full of massive chest of drawers so little I can do, really...since the damp/moist air is probably coming up the old flue...hmm. All I can do is stop it trying to munch my clothes, in a similar fashion to all the cedar wood oil I've been brandishing....I do not want moths eating my kilt/suit.

Cant remember much more to report, probably will be loads more after weddings etc. Shame my older relatives from Sheffield aren't coming cos of age or holiday clash, cos I'd really like them to meet John, but putting him through the 'do you want a cup of tea?' x5minutes x thewholeday is not fair on him. Cousins aren't invited either, so guess it's all Haslemere people. Oh joy. Maybe I can pretend to be the Scottish ambassador or something, from forrin climes that doesn't speak Englese to ex-council people....and people going 'oooh I knew you when you were small (no you didn't) - do you still live around here? (not for the last 12 years, madam!') etc.

Oh for Tony if he reads my blog: I'm back! DIDJA MISS ME??!?!!! :-P (actually I've always been here posting pics and horny sex filter stuffs but like the Black Hand Gang it's NEED TO KNOW basis *touches nose*. Or something.