I was in Glasgow in August

COOLEST
in the Halt



On another note, DON'T BE A DICK
(Sorry Phil, I hope you can still show your face around those people again)

Glasgeh

back to glasgow.

remember these things?:

shitty footpaths that are uneven as fuck
spitting
buckfast
Jeremy Kyle
breakfast: congealed blood and oatmeal
Kopperberg pear cider
excessive drinking
treasure. 1p 2p 10p and a 5p
alright pal
lloyds pharmacy
lloyds tsb bank

transitions and glasgow

WEATHER. Glasgow is CHANGING! Make no mistake! Weather has officially gone from sombre to joyous. Not suddenly, but still relatively quickly. Like if you take too long in the shower one morning you might miss the tipping point and your in your PJs in dark/cold then in your clean undies in summer.

EXCHANGIES. Only two of my friends I've met who are also on exchange are staying for more than the single semester. So one by one they're all leaving. I'll be seeing Niki and Jess soon enough in Barcelona, but it's still sad to see them go. Please note I am wearing Ben's german football stripe because my only other option of clothing to farewell the lasses was the Mirrorball Suit which went out to the house party the night before. Trond has also left for Norway, but I am bunking at his house with Ben in Bergen around the end of July. With Deb and Arttu gone as well, and Phil in Paris, it's only Gowri, Victor, Cliff, Rohan (where is Rohan?) and I left. But they'll all be gone soon too. Transitions. I will sorely miss all the beautiful friends I have made here on exchange. But I feel we'll surely meet again- if not in Melbourne when they all come good on promises to visit, then in some other place on some other adventure... yes!

OLD PALS. Today Lyall and I am clearing out the flat. Keys will be handed in tomorrow and That is That. End of the Partick Palace. It was good while it lasted, I think I was incredibly lucky to meet Lyall. He is such a legend and I could not have predicted my time in Glasgow would have been this fun. What a dude. Can't wait til he comes to Australia and I can show him off. Tonight will be The Last Supper for us. He's on the boat back to Shetland where he'll scoop the guts out of salmon with a spoon for 3 months. Bye bye Lyall. You're the best!

Gone To Scotland

Scotland.

I've managed to navigate my way through some almost unintelligible accents on the icy and uneven footpaths of Glasgow without sustaining serious injury.

I've found a little posse of very cool people who're also on exchange with me here at Glasgow Uni and together we've conquered Arran, Edinburgh and the West End.

Through stars aligning or some unlikely twist of fate I've landed a rad housemate with the best sense of humour, funkiest accent, and maddest skills on the deckzzz. Word. Through him I've met some quirky locals and visited some rorly noice Glaswegian drinking holes. Aye.

After tasting some amazing Orkney Fudge Cheesecake and other home cooked delights from the otherworldly Shetland Island, I think I'm ready to move away from my staple Rivita and hummus or ham and cheese sangas.

I've drank whiskey from the Islands and eaten haggis from God Knows Where.

Plus I witnessed hundreds of men- most of whom where dressed as trashy women but some as Vikings- draw out the sun on the waning side of winter by lighting the biggest bonfire that ever there was in a dragon long boat in the town playground and an Almighty Piss-up to last 24 hours.

Good month!

Du kens da wy, lass, du kens da wy.