Victory

Well there went another weekend.
It's been interesting to say the very least.
Somebody from somewhere really went out of their way to come down and visit me which I appreciate a hello of a lot. Despite only having a 24 hour window they made the effort which shows intention. Zorro also followed en tour and filled the void.

Leading up to the weekend it was nice to be told "I wish you were dead, or at least off the planet"..
The follow up to this has led me to believe that I do indeed fall for the most selfish people ever, forever as a comment (not from the same culprit) today was "I do hope your not enjoying yourself.."Bloody hell, what do i do to deserve this kind of shit..
All to hoots with that anyway, lifes too short and I've done my term now.10 months on and its a simple case and answer to them. Not too hard to guess what that reply is..

The Masi wine was changed this week to a new one called "Bonterra".Organically grown grapes and a wine from California with a slightly higher price tag but one which has to be aired long enough to get the full benifits.I can recommend. I shared a couple of bottles with a good friend as opposed to watching the Champion League final last wednesday.I would always prefer an evening to conversation than watching a game of handbag Italians taking on dock workers.
So I swapped that for a nice evening of thai food and Bonterra wine as well as nice time. Unfortunately Västtrafik don't feel people should socialise so as opposed to waiting to pay natt taxa I walked home listening to SLF and cast my mind back to reruns of High Fidelity with John Cussack and the classic line that Green day were a modern day copycat band of SLF.

Saturday came and it was time to clean up a weeks mess for a more serious encounter. With a License to Ill at full blast it all went well as I also had a meeting planned to draw up battle plans for sundays classic GBG yearly Scotland - England football match.
We have had to live with the arrogance of the english since last year when pride was crushed and a four onr defeat at the hands of the Longshank supporters crushed us..
This year and my mate was building a team of warrior poets (see Braveheart) and the idea of defeat was not even considered.It's a scottish thing you see, you just don't get it unless you are raised with the "so your a smelly sock" then attitude.As my Welsh mate points out, the English just don't get it, and never will. They still think they have an empire..With the SNP now taking back the power and the Irish taking steps it's all gonna change..

Saturday evening was late, a shared bottle of wine and steak and salad to follow. Intentions to go out where changed as an sms arrived 90 minutes later than first speculated so the trip downtown was cancelled. Just as well as Zorro may have eaten the flat in a mood despite him lacking teeth..

With around 4 hours sleep it was up and at them on sunday.The clan gathered.I did an SAQ warm up as the English looked on, bemused at the scots swinging legs inline like a highland reel but really stretching their hammies instead. It was all very much , "I hope you've washed your ass today , as it's gonna be kissed by a king"(see Braveheart)..

I played the whole game, "The Flying Scotsman" became my nickname at half time and my fitness kept me on. Three nil. Awesome!What a team performance!
"we can't hear the english sing
noooo nooo
we can't hear the English sing
nooooo noooooo
We can't hear the English sing, they can't sing fukking anything
nooo, noooo,nooo"
-was the chants all the way back to the after party at Padds. One young scot was found to be wearing a pair of boxers under his kilt, so one sambuca later and a ritual burning of his underpants was the show as he claimed they were a present from the girlfriend..all the best..

Songs were sung, friends were made and the English went home early bar one.
I woke up on the monday morning..fully clothed on my sofa...christ..06.00 in the morning with no recollection if I'd phoned people who matter...best wake them up

all in all , a great weekend

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