Right, Internet account is now all set up and working nicely.
My new E-mail address is: as90@st-andrews.ac.uk
MSN messenger remains the same.
It's quite different here...
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Thursday, September 18, 2003
Well, just one more day to go before the end of my days up in the deepest darkest north.
An odd sense of calm has come over me latley, compounded largely by my trip to the Findhorn foundation today. It's a lovely little place inhabited by a collective of people who really have found a viable alternative to everyday life. Needless to say, iut's a world away from certain peoples' written prose concerning it...
In other news, as of tomorrow, my old e-mail adress, and subsequently my website, will be no more.
It will be started anew at some point in the future. I will post my new e-mail address as soon as it becomes available. Watch this space.
Well, farewell to you all.
It's been real...
An odd sense of calm has come over me latley, compounded largely by my trip to the Findhorn foundation today. It's a lovely little place inhabited by a collective of people who really have found a viable alternative to everyday life. Needless to say, iut's a world away from certain peoples' written prose concerning it...
In other news, as of tomorrow, my old e-mail adress, and subsequently my website, will be no more.
It will be started anew at some point in the future. I will post my new e-mail address as soon as it becomes available. Watch this space.
Well, farewell to you all.
It's been real...
Monday, September 15, 2003
Well, I'm just about recovered from the party on Saturday. And I have learned the first rule of partys: Never ever host one.
It all went reasonably well, but I was dashing about all night long just to make sure I wasn't neglecting anybody, so by the end on the night my feet really hurt.
It was good to see a lot of the people that I havn'y seen on SO long, thogh some I'd rather see out of a party/alcohol context.
Also, there were some friends present (they, and I, know who they are) who, believeing they had a sense of humour, took it upon themselves to disrupt and damage my own, but more importantly, my parents property. It really just felt like a punch in the guts, especially given all the hard work, time and money that was put into giving them something that they could enjoy. All they really have succeeded in doing is putting the brakes on my quickness to invite them to something similar in the future. Well done, eh?
That unpleasentness aside, the night went fairly well, though there's still a bit of mess to clear up this morning. It'll be quite a while before I do something like that again...
Well, It's my last week here in Banff. Soon, I'll be off to pastures new. Still cannot wait. There's a lot of packing to do. And that has to be fit around an imminet trip to Findhorn, and Aberdeen with Pippa (whom I will have to get even with cause of her inability to get to the party).
Happier days wait ahead...
It all went reasonably well, but I was dashing about all night long just to make sure I wasn't neglecting anybody, so by the end on the night my feet really hurt.
It was good to see a lot of the people that I havn'y seen on SO long, thogh some I'd rather see out of a party/alcohol context.
Also, there were some friends present (they, and I, know who they are) who, believeing they had a sense of humour, took it upon themselves to disrupt and damage my own, but more importantly, my parents property. It really just felt like a punch in the guts, especially given all the hard work, time and money that was put into giving them something that they could enjoy. All they really have succeeded in doing is putting the brakes on my quickness to invite them to something similar in the future. Well done, eh?
That unpleasentness aside, the night went fairly well, though there's still a bit of mess to clear up this morning. It'll be quite a while before I do something like that again...
Well, It's my last week here in Banff. Soon, I'll be off to pastures new. Still cannot wait. There's a lot of packing to do. And that has to be fit around an imminet trip to Findhorn, and Aberdeen with Pippa (whom I will have to get even with cause of her inability to get to the party).
Happier days wait ahead...
Tuesday, September 02, 2003
Back.
And with banjo in tow, as promised, as well as a few interesting experiences.
St Andrews is a VERY dull place when there is nothing studenty to do and you don't like golf. Even at 2 and a half days we were hard pushed for things to do. There's bogger all in the way of comprehensive bookshops, and if you're looking for a CD that's not currently in the chart or known to everybody, forget about it.
Went to see Pirates of the Carribiean again avec mother (who is besotted with Johnny Depp), and am glad to report that the cinema is up to scratch, even if the screens are tiny. No, I mean bloody TINY. I can forsee frequent trips to E-burgh during my studency.
Anyway, got a lot of valuable resources that will save a great deal of time in the long run.
And I ALMOST ran into Sean Connery, but alas, I went for lunch one half hour too late. Ah well, I'm sure the paths will cross (He's in St Andrews quite a lot for the golf, the sad git).
Well, I'm all ready to go, an even though the town's shopping is quite definitly shit, I've a lot of money in thw bank, and a switch card is in th post, so Amazon, here I come...
Berwick is nice, but getting distinctly worse. As ususal. The accents seemed to have switched round from the bizarre amagamation of Lothian and Tyne accents, and people seem to have settled for the good old GeordieLight™.
Right, I've no-one to speak to just now, so I'll have a little fiddle with me banjo....
Tee Hee!
And with banjo in tow, as promised, as well as a few interesting experiences.
St Andrews is a VERY dull place when there is nothing studenty to do and you don't like golf. Even at 2 and a half days we were hard pushed for things to do. There's bogger all in the way of comprehensive bookshops, and if you're looking for a CD that's not currently in the chart or known to everybody, forget about it.
Went to see Pirates of the Carribiean again avec mother (who is besotted with Johnny Depp), and am glad to report that the cinema is up to scratch, even if the screens are tiny. No, I mean bloody TINY. I can forsee frequent trips to E-burgh during my studency.
Anyway, got a lot of valuable resources that will save a great deal of time in the long run.
And I ALMOST ran into Sean Connery, but alas, I went for lunch one half hour too late. Ah well, I'm sure the paths will cross (He's in St Andrews quite a lot for the golf, the sad git).
Well, I'm all ready to go, an even though the town's shopping is quite definitly shit, I've a lot of money in thw bank, and a switch card is in th post, so Amazon, here I come...
Berwick is nice, but getting distinctly worse. As ususal. The accents seemed to have switched round from the bizarre amagamation of Lothian and Tyne accents, and people seem to have settled for the good old GeordieLight™.
Right, I've no-one to speak to just now, so I'll have a little fiddle with me banjo....
Tee Hee!
