I have made it to the B&B. In deepest darkest Fife. In the dark. Without a map or GPS. I actually drove straight to it, no wrong turns. Did I mention it was dark? It's nice to know the sense of direction/detection that helped me to drive the band's van to gigs (I could always find the venue) way back when still works.
And so to bed.
The Inn of Infinite Sadness, or alternatively, Smudge and Hobbes' Traumatising Transcendental Transatlantic Trip. Being the adventures of two very large, unwillingly peripatetic, half-Bengal cats and their owner (of rather similar description) as they prepare to leave the North American continent in search of a new life in their (the cats, not the owner) ancestral homeland of Aneda. Sigh, what I won't do for a decent cup of tea.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
But of course...
...the airline loses my suitcase.
Sent from my HTC STINKY™, a Windows® phone from AT&T that will be wearing the same ratty T-shirt and trousers for a few days.
Sent from my HTC STINKY™, a Windows® phone from AT&T that will be wearing the same ratty T-shirt and trousers for a few days.
IRN BRU OMNIA VINCIT
This was one. And one only my Scots friends will understand.
One down, a million to go.
Sent from my HTC PURE™, a Windows® phone that hasn't quite given up yet.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
So close, I can taste it.
On the plane to Edinburgh, waiting for take off. I'm eating a cheese an' onion sarnie.
It's wonderful. On so many levels, it's wonderful.
How can a simple f'n sandwich make you misty-eyed?
Sent from my HTC PUREBLISS™, a Windows® phone from AT&T that is very easy pleased.
It's wonderful. On so many levels, it's wonderful.
How can a simple f'n sandwich make you misty-eyed?
Sent from my HTC PUREBLISS™, a Windows® phone from AT&T that is very easy pleased.
More than halfway, less than all there.
I'm off of the flight from Newark. The immigration officer was very disturbed by my emergency passport; "But why did you let your old one expire?"she asks repeatedly "I don't understand?" I finally replied, "I'm incompetent and have poor life skills." This actually seemed to please her- a traveler was finally speaking the truth; what she had always known in her heart was confirmed. And for her, I could not progress until I admitted I had a problem.
"My name is Matthew, and I am a passport expire-er"
I'm now in the labyrinth of Heathrow, trying to get from terminal 3 to 5.
This may or may not be achieved.
Sent from my HTC PURECONFUSION™, a Windows® phone from AT&T that is really just wants a cup of tea and my bed and for this nonsense to stop, thankyouverymuch.
"My name is Matthew, and I am a passport expire-er"
I'm now in the labyrinth of Heathrow, trying to get from terminal 3 to 5.
This may or may not be achieved.
Sent from my HTC PURECONFUSION™, a Windows® phone from AT&T that is really just wants a cup of tea and my bed and for this nonsense to stop, thankyouverymuch.
Time, Gentlemen, Please!
The sun is shining on the planes, making the tails cast long shadows like the gnomon on a sundial. And like a sundial, it's telling me the time; it's time to go home.
Sent from my HTC PIGEON™, a Windows® phone that's going home. At last.
Sent from my HTC PIGEON™, a Windows® phone that's going home. At last.
Scattered
Everything is now scattered, thrown up in the air like so much confetti. I am the confetti- shredded and swirling at the mercy of the cosmic trickster's dust-devil. And now the gathering begins. Well, not so much gathering as gleaning. I suppose I should say something inspirational here, like how I may be down, but I'm not out, and how I will be stronger for all this, and how it will be all right in the end. But, truth be told, I don't feel any of that, and right now, I have precious little indication of a happy ending.
I feel numb, very small and overwhelmed. And I keep feeling smaller and more overwhelmed.
Non possum sperandi meliora.
(I am scared.)
I feel numb, very small and overwhelmed. And I keep feeling smaller and more overwhelmed.
Non possum sperandi meliora.
(I am scared.)
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