Monthly Archives: December 2005

the italian job

every christmas, without fail, we get to see this movie. not some poncy american remake but the original 1960’s michael caine version.
always shown by the BBC.
any brit with an inch of patriotism will love this film and will watch it again and again each year – disappointed if the bbc show something in it’s place.
made in a time when brits really did rule the world and the stiff upper lip was the best weapon, you gotta love it.
i just watched it again for the millionth time and still glued to the TV.
red, white and blue mini’s – from a british car manufacturer – none of that german crap!
‘ave it!!!!
i gotta go, trains wait for no one

time to ready myself for the trip back home

the loner is refuelled, the train ticket bought, bags packed, warm clothes at the ready and now have time to watch donnie darko just one more time.
pre-warned the faggot not to turn his phone off tonight, incase i get stuck at bridgwater, afterall, if i dont make the airport, what will he od when he gets to faro.
so gonna have a cup of coffee, hit the couch and then start making tracks, wish me luck, this will be the most risky of road trips i have taken so far

road trip!

get ready for a mini adventure!
tonight i leave for exeter and hope to arrive in time to catch my plane tomorrow morning.n smow and snow will play a huge part in this one, so i have booked a train ticket from here to exeter, the last leg being by coach, arriving at exeter at 01.30 tomorrow morning.
this is definately going to be fun

christmas day in blighty

i didnt set my alarm for xmas day. i figured that i didnt have to check out until midday and that there was no way i woudl sleep that long.  the night before, i had been in bed by 11pm after what was a dissapointing night on the prowl.
i woke, and flicked the tv on – Alice in Wonderland – how incredibly english!!  and of course the people that wrote that stuff must have been incredibly stoned or having a serious LSD flashback – that is the only way they could ever think of wierd stuff like that.
the shower was hot ! too hot, had ot turn it down. washed my hair to get the smell of cigarettes out of it, sniff tested the night before’s T shirt – that absolutely minged so had to go for a clean one, what could i wear today? being a typical bloke, i had brought with me, two pairs of jeans, two pairs of pumps and a hundred T shirts.
went for a tried and tested combination then headed out for some breakfast. 
songs of praise was playing in the lobby, i wondered what the group of american guests made of that but when they left i turned over and watched friends for half an hour befor eheading back to the room and packing up my things
a short walk to my uncles house and then my sister would pick me up form there. i walked through the old picnic area alon side the canal, a definate nip in the air, my breath was easy to see in the cold mornign air. i walked palongsode some barges moored for xmas and wondered how cold the night had been on them.
the picnic area and the path alongside the canal were exactly as i remembered them from when i was a kid. the difference now was that i was seeing them from a walking pace rather than riding flat out on my bicycle, dodging other people that were wlking and shouting at me because i would have scared them half to death.
my stay so far had amounted to a big trip down memory lane.  nothing had changed at all, there were a few new pub names in town, a few new buildings poping up but the place was still basically the same. i had bumped into some old friends over the course of the last few days – they hadn’t changed at all either, some of the folk i had met didnt even look to have aged.

snow and ice

i want to go home!!!!
snow and ice this morning, snow and ice!!!!
have to head out this morning to buy a train ticket to exeter airport for tomorrow night to head back to portugal. i had forgotten how cold this place gets!!

christmas eve travels

left the bar in sagres on friday evening. As i drove out of sagres, i got my usual sad feeling, i always get when leaving this place. it always reminds me that i am in the place that i want to be – for now anyway. saturday morning i was up at 6am, dived in the shower, fed the cats, loaded the car and hit the road. by 06.40 i was moving, the sounds of massive attack ‘unfinished sympathy’ keeping me company followed by puddle of mudd ‘ blurry’ as i hit the main road, dark and wet from the recent rain.

the roads were busy, it was before 7 am and there were more cars on the road than i had ever seen before, maybe they were all on their way home from the night before

as i hit the motorway, the light was starting to come up, and in the distance the storm clouds were brewing up.

as i crossed the algarve in the half light, i began to think what would be waiting for me at the other end of my trip.

just outside of faro, the heavens opened and a storm lit the morning sky.

on the back of a german camper van i read

ich bin eine vagabond, meine welt ist runt

i parked on the service road behind the fuel station and walked a few hundred yards into the airport, this way i could save a few euros on parking fees..


checked in with easyjet, felt very sorry indeed for the portuguese family who had turned up for a flight to stanstead without photo ID and were now being refused the flight..


lumped my bag,, jacket and belt on the xray machine and got through for the first time ever without setting the alarm off.


i headed for the bar where i had a chance meeting with one of my dirty germany girls. julia beckenbauer (i hope i spelled that right – yes she does have a famous uncle) was flying home for xmas at short notice to see a sick relative. she was distressed. she hadnt planned on going home at xmas, least of all, planned ot have a seriously ill relative and was also flying back with her dog – doing all of this alone – at xmas.  sometimes life can be harsh i guess.


i offered her coffee and something to eat but she preferred a tab.  but as quick as she came, she had to leave her flight was ready…..gave her a hug and a kiss and sent her on her way.


squeezy jet, of course, flew perfectly on time. stelios might be a fat twat but his planes are never late!! flight was half empty (or half full if you are american) but the hostesses were a little disappointing.  i was hoping for some serious totty but nah!

the pursor offered me a seat with extra legroom all on my own at the front of the plane, perfect, three seats all to myself. spread out and started to read my current book.  ordered a coffee an a muffin and settled in for the duration.


the south of england was in glorious sunshine when we flew over, we crossed london, and i could see the new wembly stadium and also the millenium dome from my window. i started to think how small and insignificant the little town looked from the air, the thames winding out to sea but the city itself looked small. with all of the flights i have taken, this was only the second time i had flown over london, the first time was a much lower affair so i couldnt see as much.


checked into the hotel, got changed into my running gear and headed out for a couple of miles.  headed along the old arm in brownsover, alongside brownsover hall, a place where i used to play a lot as a kid, getting into all sorts of mischief but never actually getting caught – those old farmers could never run very fast, must have been those wellies!!!

it was about 3.30 in the afternoon and the air was getting cold, the fields were mud baths and my running shoes were quite happily carrying a few extra pounds of warwickshires finest earth (and probably cow shit too).  my feet were as heavy as bricks and with each stride, i had to keep checking that the weight of the mud hadn’t pulled off one of my shoes.

i ran almost to the M6 motorway before turning and heading back to the hotel but opted to cut across the fields and pick up some tarmac.

the spread of an industrial park met me where what was long ago, green fields. fields that i had of course ran in as a kid. trucks , cars vans scuttling about, trying to get home for xmas.


the roads were damp and dirty as only an english winter can produce, a wet grey matter that doesnt exist anywhere else or at any other time of year, and is almost impossible to describe – like the smell of a wet cat!

i turned uphill for the last stretch before home and a warm shower.


my first run in england for over a year, through some of my old playgrounds …….it was fun, maybe i would find the time to run again before i return home, maybe a different old playground?



how to talk geordie

Its easy to do, below are a few words for you to practice with.  once you have mastered these words, you will be able to go to newcastle and be completely undetectable as an outsider!
photocopier – ´foe-toe-kop-e-yah´
kawasaki – ´caw-ah-sakee´
conjunctivitis – ´con-junk-teev-eit-us´
bacon – ´bey-kun´
f#cking joking – ´foo-ken-joh-kin´
to really blend in with the locals, pratice these in front of a mirror at home with a can of newcastle brown ale in your hand and a ´tab´hanging´ from your bottom lip.
lesson two coming soon

storms are coming

blowing a hoolie from the east too. no sun for two days now.

blue blue blue blue blue

blue skies and blue seas with a fresh south coast swell that arrived today.  tomorrow i will head to the ocean for a lunchtime surf!
here´s looking at you kid!!!
check out sandrina´s space from my page – have you ever seen anything like it ?

i had to say pee

when i wrote piss – it was censored and i couldnt publish it.  thats the first time in nearly a year that i wrote a bad wor don here – that must mean i am an angel

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