tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48574802005329517942024-02-20T22:55:50.022-08:00Sam and DonaldSam and Donaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17633673821839958923noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-8344257422275879432010-08-01T21:35:00.000-07:002010-08-01T22:24:30.283-07:00Coming home.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Today I met an old friend that I haven't seen in ten years. I've never caught up with someone after that amount of time before. At one point he asked me "How was Europe, man?" After that question I just had to laugh before I answered it. Europe was like my whole life and before today I haven't thought of it as some kind of trip for many, many years. I grew up in Europe. Today, while I was at The First Baptist Church in Austin I had this feeling I honestly never thought I'd have over here of coming home. People were coming up to me and saying "Oh my gosh! You're so much taller now! I hardly recognised you" I'll admit I didn't recognise most of them but still there is something about how these people have known me for over fifteen years in some cases.<div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu1jQRJuSuHB5Zw1CFprHrBleeJv7NGigpHAA7XQCuWHsdcegP6ZIggBNcm64n7_3a2-Zxqyrwz1njR2nMuN2kAdV1J9JDrNxMEuM-kx36CtZt7vqp4RFSuBeqae3x_y1rXns2unXz1zc-/s200/Sam+in+TX.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500673356554738946" /></div><div>My family was almost famous at this church, Someone actually recognised me from my <a href="http://www.tallskinnykiwi.com/">dad's blog</a> and told me he was a big fan of my dad's work. Several people thanked me for "What my family has done for this church over the years".</div><div><br /></div><div>After all the help in job searching and various other areas of help offered by many of the people at this church I began to realise something: Although I don't have much money... any money, I can safely say, honest to you and to myself that in my eyes, I am the wealthiest man I know. I have such an abundance of friends, so many sofas I can crash on and people I can look to for help I know people that care about me all over the globe and that is so much more valuable than money can ever be and I literally would not trade that for all the money in the world. I am absolutely, truly, unbelievably blessed by this. I've managed to spend a month in America now and travel over 1700 miles across this nation after arriving here with no more than thirty dollars to my name. I am so, so thankful for the people that have helped me along the way.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am very glad I left Scotland. I know my life here hasn't quite taken off yet, but have you ever wished for a second chance? have you ever thought about what you would change if you could just go back a few years and give it a another shot? A fresh start where you could change things for the better? I know I've thought about it and right now I feel like that is exactly what I have, a new beginning.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know that we often dismiss the title "Land of opportunity" used to describe America but to be perfectly honest... It is! Once I have worked up enough money to start community college I can basically do anything I want. I am genuinely considering Studying to become a Paramedic! Probably just a fly by idea but still, I have so many more options. The fact of the matter is that I wasn't going to amount to much if I stayed in Scotland and now that I am here I have very high hopes my future.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the end, I want to thank you all for being there for me. I am so happy to have to many good people looking out for me. I would be nowhere without you and with you I can go as far as I want to go and I know I will. You've taught me that the definition of abundance was there all along but I never quite bothered to look for it.</div>Samuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686313281873577705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-57853192010602320222010-07-19T18:44:00.000-07:002010-07-19T19:12:24.801-07:00Diary Entry 9th July. Houston, TexasI can't describe my trip from Houston to Austin in words any better than I did in my diary entry that day. So I am just going to copy it out onto this blog post. The first few paragraphs were written during the hour in which the bus was late.<div><br /></div><div>9th July 2010 - Houston, Texas</div><div><br /></div><div>I am at a bus stop at a bus station in Houston. I wouldn't know it was a bus stop if it didn't have this old, tattered sign saying so and even then I have doubts.</div><div><br /></div><div>A woman just tried to give me money thinking I was a hobo... I technically am but I don't need her charity! Do I really look that poor? I said "Sorry, I am not a hobo. I am just waiting for a bus" Then again I am a hobo and I look like a hobo, all my clothes are old and ripped, my bags are in awful condition, I have no money, no job and no home. If I didn't have so many friends helping me out I would be a fully fledged hobo and would gladly, GLADLY!! have accepted that money! S**T!! I am a hobo! I am a bum. Land of opportunity? more like land opporSHMUNity!! (Finally an opportunity to say that... I just said opportunity, maybe it is the land of opportunity...) She's the one that looked like a hobo!! It's grunge! It's me retro 90s look... WHAT?!?! THERES A REAL HOBO BUT 20 METERS AWAY!! he's holding a sign and everything!! Why didn't she offer him the money? Maybe it is because he is mexican. This isn't even my lowest point!! I could have used that money two weeks ago, lady!! Then again I am pretty hungry and dehydrated.</div><div><br /></div><div>AGAIN!?!?!?! Two (hot) girls just gave me a Gatorade and a pack of Doritoes! They saw me, went inside and bought me food and beverage, probably thinking if they gave me money I would just use it to feed my heroine addiction. I told them I wasn't a hobo and that I was just waiting for a bus but they just said "It's hot out here, Take it!" I accepted that one in the end I admit.</div><div><br /></div><div>A THIRD F*****G time!!!!!! WHAT THE F***??????? some guy just gave me ten dollars! I said I wasn't a hobo and I was just waiting for a but but he said "Man, I know but I know what it's like travellin' all over the place. Take it, man!... I'm goin' to Austin tomorrow, would have told you to hop in with me!" WHAT?!?!?!?! At least I can pay back my overdraft now!</div><div><br /></div><div>Finally got the bus and the bus driver said "You've been a good crowd! How bout a movie?" then he asked me to put on Iron Man as I was tall and close to the DVD player. I've never got a movie on a bus before! they always just leave the TVs off. If I've ever felt god's favour before, I do now. I am definitely meant to go to Austin.</div><div><br /></div><div>Didn't get a good spot or the film though, I am in the front where the only TV in front of me is broken so I have to watch it on the one on the other side where it's a bad angle and the sun is bouncing off the screen. The speaker is broken too so I can hardly hear it. No other seats are free either, this is disappointing. WOW!!! some eastern european woman just went up to the bus driver and complained about the film distracting her from her work and asked to sit in one of the seats in the front that you aren't allowed to sit in and he told her that due to her complaint he would have to turn off the film. So I said she could switch seats with me where you can hardly see or hear it and now I have a kick ass speaker and a perfect view of a TV. WOO!!</div>Samuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686313281873577705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-80595408605288983132010-07-05T02:38:00.000-07:002010-07-05T02:53:15.810-07:00Independence DayMy first fourth of July celebration in eleven years! i daresay for all the fuss about it, it doesn't really seem like that big a deal, the day was no different than any other day, when night came there was a free Pat Green gig, an orchestra playing the national anthem and maybe 15 minutes at best of elaborate, breath taking fireworks. I must say though that the fireworks were incredible!! They boast having "The biggest fireworks display in the Nation" which may mean the U.S.A and it may just mean Texas as they tend to do that.<div><br /></div><div>I put on a bright red shirt - the Kraftwerk shirt for those who are familiar with it - and it turns out that was like a theme, a lot of the people would wear a red, white or blue T-Shirt to celebrate the holiday and almost all of those people went with red because neither of the other colours stand out. As a result of looking so patriotic I was afraid someone would start talking to me under the impression I am a real proud american only to find out I am the kind of American that doesn't actually know the Pledge of allegiance, anything more than the first line of the national anthem or the fact that the chorus that goes "America! America! Oh country tis of thee" is actually part of a different song entirely, I'll admit I have known better than the last part but for a much smaller period of time than I care to divulge.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway!! The 52 minutes wait till I can finish my episode of Peep Show on MegaVideo is done so I suppose I'll wrap this up.</div><div><br /></div><div>Take her easy, ladies and fellas!!</div>Samuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686313281873577705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-48159880178126159382010-07-02T08:40:00.000-07:002010-07-02T09:53:05.791-07:00Hollywood Reaches a New Low.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Some of you may have read my facebook status briefly explaining the same thing but I still have anger about this subject I need to let out so I am afraid I'm making this blog post as well.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Death at a Funeral (2007) was an amazing film! with spud from Trainspotting, Steve the Pirate, some midget and generally an amazing cast! Everything about it was well done, especially the screenplay and the best part was the tagline: "From Director Frank Oz comes the story of a family that puts the F U into Funeral". That is a damn good tagline! Don't you just love a film that makes you laugh before you even see it?</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway! this film was very successful back in Britain but it didn't quite make it in America so!!! this happened:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Hollywood: Dammit!! We haven't made a good film since the nineties!! Almost every successful film to have come out in the last ten years is either based on a book or video game or is simply a remake of an older film!!</div><div><br /></div><div>That Demon that appears on peoples shoulders and encourages them to do bad things: There's nothing wrong with that!! It makes you lots of money!</div><div><br /></div><div>The Angel that usually appears on the other shoulder after the Demon has said his first line: But every day the film industry seems to push the art of film making further away! It is now almost completely about the money!! You get a bunch of well known actors that often aren't even quite right for the parts but who the audience are</div><div> familiar and will therefore regard it as a big movie; an unoriginal screenplay because for some reason there doesn't seem to be a single good screenplay writer out there and you make the film in a way that it will make the most money possible.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hollywood: We could remake Star Wars!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Hollywood's Demon: Lucas wouldn't allow it! What if you remade a British movie that hasn't seen much success over here in the states yet? Like... Trainspotting!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Hollywood: Trainspotting has too much of a cult</div><div> following, people have heard of it... What about a movie that only came out less than three years ago... say... Death at a Funeral?</div><div><br /></div><div>Hollywood's Demon: What?!!? No!! That's... EVIL!!! What happened to the Angel from the other shoulder??</div><div><br /></div><div>Hollywood: The Angels gone, pal! So I suppose he won't mind if I take his idea about using lots of famous actors to make it seem like a big deal. We'll get some of the most beloved actors in Hollywood: Chris Rock, Danny glover, Martin Lawrence, Luke Wilson... can you think of any famous Dwarfs?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Hollywood's Demon: Gimli? Peter Dinklage? I don't want to help with this anymore... You've gone mad!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Hollywood: Mad?? You ain't seen nothing yet! Peter Dinklage will do! he played the midget in the original but no one's going to realise that. Now what about the naked guy? nobody wants to see Steve the Pirate Naked! The British should have </div><div>realised that... James Marsden!! Everybody loves a naked James Marsden! We're going to be rich, Demon!! Rich!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Hollywood's Demon: Don't do it!!! Noooo! What the F*** happened to the Angel from the other shoulder?? No!!!</div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXOmuNyUCiTM0b94DqH0LGMRNlFMH2oHUzFHkmeSi9AIaqSmtQfQZMvsvOCKjnc0C4Zb7H7AFwuvtBxtP4sdA57fUtxP7FPRTr21ct92FFiggl62VVeDLSt2C0p3PzCybXFty-TS2tzhHD/s200/95328-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489351639180693666" border="0" /><div><br />If you don't believe me, feel free to look it up, It has the same screenplay but they changed the names of all the characters! I hope you stand with me when I say "This better be the last time!!"<br /></div>Samuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686313281873577705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-641361126767588882010-07-01T19:01:00.000-07:002010-07-01T19:11:10.521-07:00U.S.A. - Complaint No. 1: Advert Breaks are mental.The Advert breaks are bloody insane!! In Britain it is simple, a half hour television show starts at the end of an ad break and has one in the middle and one at the end unless it is on BBC or Sky Movies in which case it has no Ad breaks. Here the ad breaks are all over the place!! First off a half hour show will generally have two ad breaks, one more than one occasion three!!! take friends today for instance, it had an ad break at the end of the opening credits, one in the middle and one before the credits. It's such a let down to sit through an ad break only to find the credits of the show you've been watching, on top of that there was no ad break at the end!! It just went strait on to the next show!!!! It gets even worse than that though, I was watching a film where the credits were shown in a little square whilst a slightly larger square beside it showed the opening sequence of the family guy episode that was instantaneously beginning!!!<div><br /></div><div>WOW!!!!</div>Samuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686313281873577705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-39154986394552522792010-07-01T16:51:00.001-07:002010-07-01T17:39:31.675-07:00Sam and Donald: The ResurrectionOk, It's been a bloody long time since I've written on here and it wouldn't be too hard to pronounce the blog dead but I figure life is becoming fairly interesting again so I'm going to attempt to resurrect it.<div><br /></div><div>Sadly I feel that it may be too late to describe the majority of Me and Donald's adventures together which is funny considering the name of the blog and the fact that we only seem to write when we are apart. But try not to keep me to my word as I very much hope to break it on a rainy day.</div><div><br /></div><div>First off I should explain what's changed since I have last written here: Donald is in New Zealand and has been for about two and a half months however he is moving back to Scotland in the next few days. He is now in a relationship with my very old friend, Alana who is in Portugal at the moment but will be joining Donald in Scotland. If ever there was a third member of Sam and Donald it would probably be her.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the other hand, I am in a very different situation. I moved to Edinburgh after My year of travel with the intention of working over the summer and starting college in the Autumn. A month ago - 3 days before my Audition at my desired uni - I received a phone call from my parents explaining that my visa renewal had been rejected because some things got lost in the mail and we consequently missed the deadline.</div><div><br /></div><div>I settled down with a job and a flat and enjoyed 3 wonderful months of living in Edinburgh, I spent time with old friends and made a lot of new ones. But sure enough, I was overdue for a sudden, dramatic life change and after hearing the news of my visa rejection I am now back in America, The first time i have lived here since I was nine years old.</div><div><br /></div><div>As well as keeping you all up to date to where I am and what I am doing I want to keep a bit of focus on the American clichés we are all familiar with from the films and sitcoms, like going to a baseball game and getting one of those giant, foam fingers that say "#1"; Going to a party heading upstairs with a girl and finding myself in a hilarious situation involving vomit or some other horrible substance; drinking beer out of a red, plastic cup that is white on the inside; going on one of those mechanical bull things; Getting Chinese in those square, white, cardboard boxes or spiking the punch at prom.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know I keep on saying that I will keep up the blog and then end up abandoning it for even longer than I had initially and this probably will be the same story but maybe... just maybe life will be slow moving enough here for that not to be the case.</div>Samuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686313281873577705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-87406012783692071232010-01-07T15:25:00.000-08:002010-01-07T16:36:38.205-08:00The travels of Don and Samuel - Part B<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIlerHWEnVUsSRS0Nlsf2kNbO_sSHJfnI50-5fDxZnnkG529AoHTaIdcwTf7SFJ_19bCK5one0DI-YYsQ62EV7s_c5ed3niFDAzgsgiGDV9l1c-hOyVc4vAkTbbDa7he2wTR8Ijk49qJ7p/s1600-h/camino+4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIlerHWEnVUsSRS0Nlsf2kNbO_sSHJfnI50-5fDxZnnkG529AoHTaIdcwTf7SFJ_19bCK5one0DI-YYsQ62EV7s_c5ed3niFDAzgsgiGDV9l1c-hOyVc4vAkTbbDa7he2wTR8Ijk49qJ7p/s320/camino+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424157146557331874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></span></span><br />Now realizing we were going to be, for a month or so, full time walkers, we new we had to get ourselves kitted out, lest the other pilgrims make fun of us. I, myself (Donald), found a nice little shop where I picked up a lovely walking stick, varnished with a wrist strap and a compass built into the head for just a few euros and a knife for...all purposes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHQ_yeaZkUIeCe8DVUw-wMr3aPw3n6kwUo4dtlzubc8Jziz_FCXWDQGZZ5p45YXLU2oSpFDngjFXZzmGTg2qLWmtlLZaEiiwfVQkC0eiG1UG68K3fT_lVlhZG7ROGBv2C_Ys8L9qLUrPON/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHQ_yeaZkUIeCe8DVUw-wMr3aPw3n6kwUo4dtlzubc8Jziz_FCXWDQGZZ5p45YXLU2oSpFDngjFXZzmGTg2qLWmtlLZaEiiwfVQkC0eiG1UG68K3fT_lVlhZG7ROGBv2C_Ys8L9qLUrPON/s320/IMG_0199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424158567383821378" border="0" /></a><br />I (Sam), however -being a much more rugged and manly kind of guy- Surpassed Donald's Badassity and Scavenged his own stick using his keen intellect and superior survival skills. Donald was highly envious and deeply admired Sam's passion and Badassity.<br /><br />Later that day sam soiled himself repeatedly. I begged him to stop as the smell was somewhat...inhumane but he just ran around in circles screaming, "I HAVE OLD BALLS AND LIKE MEN!!!!"<br /><br />True story, I (Sam) did.<br />THE END<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="file:///Users/andrewjones/Desktop/camino%204.JPG" alt="" /><img src="file:///Users/andrewjones/Desktop/IMG_0199.JPG" alt="" />Sam and Donaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17633673821839958923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-6990653351277016862010-01-04T15:39:00.000-08:002010-01-04T15:45:20.759-08:00The travels of Don and Samuel - Part 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyOZuNNwvpJdupESszgX9cW-JvId_aCBjKo3NUljQBtm9SgO3zGft-GqhaVpFgvetoqfFoJ5nR8vQ4b4P0reLYwAqqMTIwG79JyMd98IHEQogwGX06_Y8WA5NDnq6b9M-rPTIr9CSevhc/s1600-h/sam+and+don+london.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyOZuNNwvpJdupESszgX9cW-JvId_aCBjKo3NUljQBtm9SgO3zGft-GqhaVpFgvetoqfFoJ5nR8vQ4b4P0reLYwAqqMTIwG79JyMd98IHEQogwGX06_Y8WA5NDnq6b9M-rPTIr9CSevhc/s320/sam+and+don+london.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423010060352928754" border="0" /></a><br />From the month of August 6th to September 6th Sam and Donald embarked on an a walk, a pilgrimage, ney, an epic adventure. Our aim? To Walking 5oo miles (hold the cliched song) across Spain under the hot summer sun in an acceptable amount of time, a month or so, - and in a month, indeed, me managed it and here is our tale.<br /><br />After Sam had been traveling with his family and working as a removal guy in Switzerland and I (Donald) had been working in a little cafe up in quite Orkney we set of and rendezvoused in London along with our good friend Holly.<br /><br />After a few days of moderate partying and such, we took the cheapest flight possible to Spain but not before finding a group of people that had been camping outside a travel agents for four days with word of 200 £10 tickets to Australia. We were VERY tempted as the opening moment was a few hours away and there could not have been more than 50 people there but seeing that we would have missed the flight to Spain and with no idea of when the flights to Auzzie were to depart and the whole...getting back issue was in need of consideration and we didn't exactly have visas to be in Australia we demonstrated our lack of man parts and settled with Spain. Alas!<br /><br />Valiantly the Twizzled Twain<br />verily, reached sunny, hot Spain<br />With a hop and a skip and a flourish and a bow<br />They arrived in the airport outside of Bilbao<br /><br />How silly that they came<br />With but a euro twenty to their name<br />British Pounds were their range<br />So they set off to find a currency exchange<br /><br />Without money for a bus<br />They walked with much fuss<br />but a euro twenty would do<br />To supply wine and beer for two<br /><br />Oh cheap alchohol we found in spain<br />It helps so much with the walking pain<br />There is nothing that gets them quite so syked<br />than to have gone to a motorway and hitchhiked<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZn0oUzK_zL0vhrvkUvO5wGMiyjYoFMxWAjxarevVbxXjRwyMMHivgYasPJ1bgPitdAINkk9IzxjY6nwkoKIxuRFijBk8Sl3wGMwmwybmwX2doygYVVx70kZM0m6TDJB0Sb6C4blH4lvw3/s1600-h/camino+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZn0oUzK_zL0vhrvkUvO5wGMiyjYoFMxWAjxarevVbxXjRwyMMHivgYasPJ1bgPitdAINkk9IzxjY6nwkoKIxuRFijBk8Sl3wGMwmwybmwX2doygYVVx70kZM0m6TDJB0Sb6C4blH4lvw3/s320/camino+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423034584387742482" border="0" /></a><br />So a suspicious man with boots and a cape<br />layed sam and don in the back seat for a...<br />lift. The city they arrived with little time to spare<br />but (I) Sam and Donald they didn't care<br /><br />For a currency exchange they started to look<br />With only a poor grasp of the language and one phrase book.<br />They failed for hours and hours they would fail<br />But then they met an old woman who had a tail (well... maybe)<br /><br />Exchange did she give them, euros from pounds<br />then she asked would you like to pound?<br />'No' I replied, you have a tail<br />I'm too young, you'd go to jail!<br /><br />The tainty exchanger with a a flourish of her tail<br />I'm serious! I swear she did have a tail!<br />Said "good luck on the camino, I hope you do not fail<br />...yes I am perfectly aware that I have a tail"<br /><br />After Spanish tortilla and desperado beer<br />The road ahead they began to leer<br />With a kick and a twirl and the spark of corona<br />They set off on their path towards merry pamplona<br /><br />They arrived at last but ever so late<br />The pilgrimage, here, that was their fate<br />beside a tree they made their bed<br />and slept there thinking of the day ahead.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5u7yLt19Zu3Y1RiSTzv7JqkEfYbuu2Wq_KjTCdUDGb6Q-kqX37pwxQvf6XWjRb-246-WX8mKw5Scm08Srk3InUNGNySqeFcXCqlVvjUq9zut0O2iryuuEEKvpteHamH8zOSU0A5_j7Quh/s1600-h/camino+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5u7yLt19Zu3Y1RiSTzv7JqkEfYbuu2Wq_KjTCdUDGb6Q-kqX37pwxQvf6XWjRb-246-WX8mKw5Scm08Srk3InUNGNySqeFcXCqlVvjUq9zut0O2iryuuEEKvpteHamH8zOSU0A5_j7Quh/s320/camino+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423034830370123730" border="0" /></a><br />On wake-up they started rollin' and rocking<br />and began in the heat of their first day of walking<br />a long walk ahead across this lazy nation<br />with Santiago their destination.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...to be continuedSam and Donaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17633673821839958923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-72051216386793717552009-07-11T15:49:00.000-07:002009-07-11T16:11:36.193-07:00Horoscopes... more like HOMOscopes!!!Like Sam's twilight rant i have decided to have a rant about Horoscopes...... They are really gay!!! They are always really vague and unspecific and most of the time they don't even tell you what is going to happen they just suggest things that you should be doing, for instance i read my one today just to prove how gay they are and it said that i should be trying new things, being more artistic and trying out new types of creative energy or something like that. To start i would always suggest trying new things. Nobody want's to be doing the same thing all the time, anyone could have suggested THAT. Secondly, i would also recommend being more artistic to anyone which to be honest is just a safety shot as it can never be a bad idea to be more artistic even if it doesn't help you greatly in any way. Thirdly recommending creative energy is just self promoting and telling people to get into weird stuff like horoscopes and crystal...BALLS and Hogwarts and stuff which just makes me angry! FOURTHLY... WHO WRITES THESE THINGS ANYWAY!!!!! They are surely about as reliable as fortune cookies or the rantings of a drunken Irishman. I imagine they have some porpoises that move a series of plastic balls with fortunes inside some and star signs in others from one side of a pool to a different side into a little machine and that's how they are decided (much like i imagine that family guy jokes are matched with the stories they fit into (thank you south park)). And what about all those times horoscopes are wrong!!??!?!?! Doesn't that count for anything? i just think they're stupid and i don't see why people even read them. I'm sorry if i have taken up too much of your time but i just wanted to get that out, I'm also sorry if i have offended anyone but if you base your life decisions on horoscopes then you are a homo. THE END!!!<br /><br />Please feel free to leave your comments on the matter below if you have continued to read this far. cyaDonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16422263977743687934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-70831679066701422772009-07-01T14:19:00.000-07:002009-07-01T14:57:45.933-07:00Switzerland<img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 74px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC02gg7dvpC8rvvDgusaPFyBPizuDTgXm5Asn7CKv8ttLYHtzAvRCClD6ajFbXxagD8W4J9TjAsUTFqtcII88hy3aYx_GOWD2qOGPMA9o8jAkTiKlEUiysQZnA3fpbFg52en3u3-APXTjJ/s200/Bild+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353611910418007282" />As I breifly stated in my last post I am now living alone in Switzerland... Well, Maybe not alone, I share a flat... A room... Ok, A bed but none the less I am no longer with my family, I work with a swiss moving company called "Speed Service" and I must say that out of the six jobs that I've had this one could quite likely be the best; I get along great with my co-workers including my boss which is always a very important factor; It is really enjoyable, pleasant work and It pays significantly better than any other job I've had.<div><br /></div><div>I am living with a Christian Community of about forty people. My boss, Frankie started Speed Service about four years ago and has since then bought a very large appartment block which provides accommodation for his employees. It is like a very close group of friends that eat together, live together, work together etc. All of the meals are provided, everything! I litterally have not spent a single penny since my arrival in switzerland and have been living like a king. There is even a wide range of food, drinks, toiletries, sparklers and everything else I may need in the cellar for me to help myself to. Toiletries that answer your enquiry as to why I smell like Axe (Linx) anti-hangover shower gel that I have not been able to test but remain certain that it has absolutely no effect whatsoever on hangovers. Anti-Hangover? You've got to think about who the target buyers for these sort of things are, Slightly off topic but Did you ever notice that both Girl bands and Boy bands are girl's music? And why are Britney and All those other pop stars doing the whole sexy thing when their music targets women?? what the hell??</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway Switzerland is incredible, I am genuinely shocked at the economy over here, It is amazing, Prices of everything is not at all that much higher than any other western european countries yet everyone has so much money, I swear that in one day I see more ferraris than I do in a month anywhere else in the world! Yesterday we moved furniture into a place with one of them fireplaces thats in the centre of the room. I need say no more.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway I'm here for a month and then off to Spain for the camino de santiago and that is as far ahead as I know, but I think I like it better that way, gives me alot more opportunities to be spontaneous, because we all know that spur of the moment decisions are allways the best... and worst.</div>Samuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686313281873577705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-50732179551261932182009-07-01T11:41:00.000-07:002009-07-01T12:00:33.261-07:00Back, but changing some things.Hello folks!<div><br /></div><div>As you've probably all noticed my blog is starting to die. The reason for this I think is that I have been going about this blog the wrong way, I have been making very long posts and have been attempting to give you and up to date story about my time away, usually with a comedic spin. Now I have decided to become more selfish, I am going to use this blog as a place to put my thoughts and I will no doubt leave out a lot of crucial parts of my gap year journey, When I am im a hip mood my posts will be hip and funny, when I am feeling down they will likely be depressing and so on. There has obviously been a lot that has happened since my last post, such as my return to orkney and so on but I am not going to blog about all of that because this blog is no longer a story but an outlet for whatever is on my mind. I think the main reason I haven't been posting was beacuse I didn't want to have to catch you all up on what has happened leading up to what I am doing now. For example when I tell you that I have left my family and am now living with a christian community in switzerland, working for a Moving Company called "Speed service" you will probably be really confused as to how I ended up in such an odd position, I am now going to ignore problems of this nature and write about whatever is on my mind now matter how confusing is may be to you. Hopefully my new and hopefully I can use the word "Improved" blog should be kept better up dated and be slightly more interested than my previous layout.</div><div><br /></div><div>You think I'm bad then take a look at donald's contribution!</div>Samuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686313281873577705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-35554421032738904582009-04-29T08:41:00.000-07:002009-05-04T06:22:08.294-07:00TwilightWhat's the deal with Twilight?? how the hell can he be hotter in the book?!?! It's the description you say? It must be like a five book long description of some pretty boy rubbing grease on his abs! and he has yellow eyes!! what the hell? yellow eyes?!?! oh that's hot! yellow eyes?! and he's a vegetarian... THAT QUEEN!!! a vegetarian, oh sure! that's hot! a vegetarian?!?! I wasn't aware that the epitome of sexy now a days is a vegetarian, yellow eyed, pretty boy, vampire Poof who doesn't even exist! what the hell has happened to the world?!?! Mark my words when i say that i will never read that book or watch that film! ever! and i thought it was bad enough that every single girl in Orkney was obsessed with this ass hole, Edmund. But oh no! i was wrong it's not only the entirety of Britain but France and Spain and Portugal too! No I have not read crepúsculo, Bitch!! and why do women actually continue to ask mankind if they have read twilight? has any man ever read let alone enjoyed that book?!?! how can he be the latest teenage heartthrob if no one has ever seen him?!?! you don't get people saying "That sure is a beautiful sunset but not as good as the one in that book i read". You people are stupid! I hate Edward!! end of rant!!<input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Samuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686313281873577705noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-74620594911587006752009-04-27T07:04:00.001-07:002009-04-28T14:13:59.236-07:00Portugal<p class="MsoNormal">Hey folk.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I supose I should update you on what I’ve been doing.<span style=""> </span>I’m in portugal at the moment and have been for the past two weeks, one of which I spend on a piece of land in the north near<span style=""> </span>Fugue. Life was a lot simpler there, there was no electricity or water, the most high tech household appliance was probably the gas stove. We got our drinking water from a spring, it was very rural, There was a doney and everything! *Rhyme* I must admit however that the donkey was a bit of an ass hole, he ate my frickin’ bread dough, he’s much like my cat bubbles but in donkey form, that bubbles is such an ass hole, always where you don't want him but never the less nono - The donkey - was a good guy, we had<span style=""> </span>some good times. it’s shocking how much donkeys go so well with coffee, I feel like I’m in an advert whenever I drink coffee near a donkey, you won't understand until you do it. Due to the lack of running water I had to bathe in a nearby lake whilst i was there, I’ll admit there was a bath but it was far too small for me and I couldn’t really be bothered with the whole heating up the water process. It’s surprising how little you can get by with. There's so much to say about my time there i really don't know where to begin so i suppose i won't begin, i'll just skip ahead to where i'm at now.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m now in a place called cascais, near lisbon, I’ve been here for a few days and it has been absolutely top captain! I’ve met a lot of cool people, there’s a big surfing culture here and the pubs and clubs all have a great atmosphere. It’s surprising how many portuguese people are americans, I get the feeling that english is more useful than portuguese down here. In an interesting turn I am now considered scottish and I apparently have quite a strong scottish accent, I suppose I’m from wherever the person I’m talking to is not, to americans I sound scottish, to scottish I sound american. Silly times<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Missionary kids are cool once they turn fifteen and start rebelling. I'm not used to the christian crew in a place being such sound people. I'm yet to shake off my slang that i've developed during my time in orkney, people get confused when i say thingslike"Scrub" or "pint" or "deck of fags" or "backy" . Jokes are a weird thing here, most people have never heard most of my pointlessly offensive scottish jokes about nouns, pedophiles and ethic monorities. They don't haveChuck Norris jokes here, even among the americans who know who Chuck Norris is, how weird is that? I had to explain the whole back story and tell them why it is meant to be funny, bad times.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I find that when you haven’t seen any films<span style=""> </span>for a while the ones you do see become funnier and have more emotional impact than they would otherwise. Last night I was genuinely emotionally effected by the film “Monsters and Aliens”… in potruguese.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Anyway i've slammed a lot in here and have made everything far too breif, i'll try and keep this blog better updated. You guys take care. Those of you in sixth year be sure to show Ms Learmonth what she's taught us when muck up day comes about. How the balls do you spell her name?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Over and out! (should i start using that expression or is it too shit?)<br /></p>Samuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686313281873577705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-81966037197171674472009-04-09T07:59:00.000-07:002009-04-09T08:01:49.972-07:00Buenas Dias!I am wearing shorts and a wife beater in a spanish bar with a litre of beer, smoking a lucky strike (inside a bar... legally) and I spent the afternoon on a beautiful beach surrounded by palm trees. Boom!Samuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686313281873577705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-5260424701928144002009-04-06T06:29:00.000-07:002009-04-06T06:31:46.725-07:00ChateaurouxRight, to explain why I haven't been in contact with anyone and that includes Donald and Kim who up until three days ago have been kept grueling up to date with every pointless detail: Basically I'm in Chateauroux, France and am too stingy to waste my money on topping up my phone to provide me with horrifically pricey overseas text and call rates. Or to purchase a French Sim as i am only here for a few days. But i intend to buy a Portuguese one so don't worry, all of you that i have been texting up to date until recently, I'll be able to do so again soon. Anyway we had plans to spend an extra week or so in Chichester but were forced to leave prematurely: Basically we all spend the night out at a friend's house, during the night the toilet tent was blown off the toilet in what to an Orcadian man like me would consider to be some poncey, English winds. Nevertheless as pathetic as the winds were compared to the manly gale force gusts we get in merry Orkney they did still knock the tent over. Early the following morning the local council saw on their live feed that there was an outdoor toilet without anything concealing it, They came down to the camping area in the early, early hours of morn, long before our casual return to the truck and had us kicked out. We figured we were dragging our feet a bit anyway and took this rejection as a hint from the higher power that we should get off our asses and hit the continent.<br /><br />As I mentioned previously we are now in a quaint French town called Chatearoux. It's ridiculously hot. The warmest I've been since last time I was in southern France – If Ell is reading this I'll have you know it is even hotter than that time. Anyway It's a beautiful French town however it's brought me to again remember that i don't speak French, a problem that causes me bi-annual pain, the up side of this being that it serves as a practical use for my impeccable skill at charades, it must have been a hilarious sight for anybody who saw me trying to mime “Wifi Internet” to the locals. Personally I thought my impression of a satellite receiving and sending radio waves to be quite well done and the sound effects weren't too bad either. I'm now on the street stealing internet from a nearby apartment. However this en devour should make me better appreciate my enhanced communication skills i should have tomorrow as i pass through Spain where i will have no trouble blindly answering yes or no questions and asking people where my Tequilla is.<br /><br />Anyway we're off to Portugal in the morning to see some old friends. There should be surfing in this for me which seems a plus. I haven't surfed since I was two years old but even then i doubt I'll have retained what inevitably little skill I had back then. I expect that I'll have a decent amount of internet access there so my blog should be better up to date that it has been in the recent past, although you can probably just assume that I will spend the next two weeks surfing and drinking fine wine in the sun whilst constantly surrounded by beautiful Portuguese women.Samuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686313281873577705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-41586493489506613782009-03-29T08:36:00.000-07:002009-03-29T09:54:54.875-07:00London Town - V and A Hats party<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD2rVIZLStPsrJgeLcCWva7GCmGP8G0kkdzZgZ7oXfsxndUNvIdpSR54myb0IFBTnWmZcOFwMMhAm8TJAjYtPgpAQ_mH0H2Pe78LBHOX9TSKSF_MqM2GXwCgz1Vw0V8H5s39kjsIa9K42s/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD2rVIZLStPsrJgeLcCWva7GCmGP8G0kkdzZgZ7oXfsxndUNvIdpSR54myb0IFBTnWmZcOFwMMhAm8TJAjYtPgpAQ_mH0H2Pe78LBHOX9TSKSF_MqM2GXwCgz1Vw0V8H5s39kjsIa9K42s/s200/DSC00081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318640447677345298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit-L_tFl6eV3S-5WLZp530QRJNmYF3KDDs8Ebmf1UllxoGxLDK04xjN6ddGXkq0O2yqDUfzkE61hkBwuGRiHRVkcSkgFzDaSGy5qvWCUFow1MIVV6ngvYnXAIp3QDQqHGjLV0bt2plISpU/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit-L_tFl6eV3S-5WLZp530QRJNmYF3KDDs8Ebmf1UllxoGxLDK04xjN6ddGXkq0O2yqDUfzkE61hkBwuGRiHRVkcSkgFzDaSGy5qvWCUFow1MIVV6ngvYnXAIp3QDQqHGjLV0bt2plISpU/s200/DSC00077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318639930720555986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkw6HwfTQCUm6PR2YgTa5Avm7Ho5oOIWPIphUxylCWcbfrocqfirXyMpNXPAALrHJ6xMyY4nu3SN8hJ2Hmujso0JYXzWogc1PbGS8O77NrW5KrtA884rNd0FTkS5I7SG4HZbU9dT17gj63/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkw6HwfTQCUm6PR2YgTa5Avm7Ho5oOIWPIphUxylCWcbfrocqfirXyMpNXPAALrHJ6xMyY4nu3SN8hJ2Hmujso0JYXzWogc1PbGS8O77NrW5KrtA884rNd0FTkS5I7SG4HZbU9dT17gj63/s200/DSC00091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318639285709993714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX72mVxw_rwrOD2i4nVTi5s0QbmC_Uv1dkwThnR90rKQjsXY7P_Wj7T1z6kJ103MKVEPpKkxIML596jWOl3iuMqslGPxLrEtv3GI7Ynr8iR6S4Y5K6JWNW7s7BfyJpQkTnhB_ScTnGghbh/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX72mVxw_rwrOD2i4nVTi5s0QbmC_Uv1dkwThnR90rKQjsXY7P_Wj7T1z6kJ103MKVEPpKkxIML596jWOl3iuMqslGPxLrEtv3GI7Ynr8iR6S4Y5K6JWNW7s7BfyJpQkTnhB_ScTnGghbh/s200/DSC00093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318643586797714418" border="0" /></a><br />Right, I haven't posted for a while due to the fact that ironically the place with the least internet access so far has been merry old London town. Anyway, Friday night we went a hat party at the <a class="zem_slink" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=51.4966666667,-0.171944444444&spn=0.01,0.01&q=51.4966666667,-0.171944444444%20%28Victoria%20and%20Albert%20Museum%29&t=h" title="Victoria and Albert Museum" rel="geolocation">Victoria And Albert Museum</a>. There was hundreds and hundreds of people wearing silly hats, finally a party i don't feel out of place at. There was cat walks with people wearing funky hats; speeches from famous hat designers; 20s music; dancing hobos and a hat making workshop where i forged the most beautiful hat man has ever as much as dreamed of.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs_P8NdbW28ba65V3whpuzMk3jusjZZxGb6psIsHXO0inJ0tYx1FT61e967_D6SfswPaNc3wBlth_9DAwGSBptl72Qc_8bJ29ahRBoYkRN7IL6-Kj5QaboEy0LfJ_6L8RykbK8-LdgYBZE/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs_P8NdbW28ba65V3whpuzMk3jusjZZxGb6psIsHXO0inJ0tYx1FT61e967_D6SfswPaNc3wBlth_9DAwGSBptl72Qc_8bJ29ahRBoYkRN7IL6-Kj5QaboEy0LfJ_6L8RykbK8-LdgYBZE/s200/DSC00086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318635803140807682" border="0" /></a><br />From left to right In this photo by the way is my amigo, Holly Sonabend who's londonese friends have taught me that it is fun to make fun of the scottish. Next is yours truly wearing my beautiful new hat, fresh out of the hat studio followed by my londonian companion, Shannon Hopkins and of course wee liz on the far right.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_loiks1tWalaPW5DjtoUJw6gLCli5b_rDy-vCBQkd_FdVpTlr70FbkHHMN1O_mfzZjTkrTMgnpKZvvTODlpnB1FtyRfIZAAikM2EuaPAOygySw2WX9jdEjRwO1WopG2XlA_dTHXbObgTh/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_loiks1tWalaPW5DjtoUJw6gLCli5b_rDy-vCBQkd_FdVpTlr70FbkHHMN1O_mfzZjTkrTMgnpKZvvTODlpnB1FtyRfIZAAikM2EuaPAOygySw2WX9jdEjRwO1WopG2XlA_dTHXbObgTh/s200/DSC00089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318642159521956098" border="0" /></a><br />In the end, being orcadians, me and holly ended up drinking <a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.stella-artois.com/" title="Stella Artois" rel="homepage">Stella Artois</a>, listening to the waterboys and smoking cheap cigarettes in the V and A courtyard. If anyone asks we didn't know you weren't allowed to smoke there.<br /><br />Anyway, We're in <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chichester" title="Chichester" rel="wikipedia">Chichester</a> now, soon to enjoy Tamara's Birthday meal with the carter family. We're hitting the continent on Wednesday methinks.<br /><br />As rightfully insincere as it sounds I miss you all, See you guys around. <div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"><a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/c96cdfbe-29c5-4714-afce-dabc5b20798d/" title="Zemified by Zemanta"><img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=c96cdfbe-29c5-4714-afce-dabc5b20798d" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /></a><span class="zem-script more-related"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"></script></span></div>Samuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686313281873577705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-2611852437162109622009-03-18T13:33:00.000-07:002009-03-18T14:35:34.001-07:00Update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB0MqMGrgiGBPRfUXxsC_nlifxtIEz_2d-k-gRvP3AUMJqe2wbdFQypA3lYxDShBS7B7JcGOYFCYXaSex_SFR7piAltVypJj7wNkVFlAhtoD8lX9sfAOZCeSxHXOuAphMF_OVu9oK_xbPb/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB0MqMGrgiGBPRfUXxsC_nlifxtIEz_2d-k-gRvP3AUMJqe2wbdFQypA3lYxDShBS7B7JcGOYFCYXaSex_SFR7piAltVypJj7wNkVFlAhtoD8lX9sfAOZCeSxHXOuAphMF_OVu9oK_xbPb/s200/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314631857072519394" /></a>Right, a lot of you are probably reading my blog with the intention of finding out what I'm up to these days and are therefor disappointed about how all i've really done is made silly posts about kenneth and Tinsel Twins adventures and kenneth. So I will now briefly explain what i've been up to in the last week.<img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEfmmvh5zCKgLVjvJ5qc3Mx0TXYRj0o-A4nHz6WZML40iAt5Q6pg93s_fCS-8AkjFLk3-jUAebRC0U47hXUmBY1idWRj0oERRe-1o3gClXBoD87uEOqIdVba3-A7ahGsMe2zaRpt3qlHDE/s200/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314631273511974274" /><div><br /></div><div>I don't want to bore you with a detailed account of every event that has taken place so far. I think we'd all prefer a bullet pointed summary of the highlights so far.</div><div><ul><li>Thursday 12th of march. the night of "The Fireball!!" My first ever Flaming cocktail. Its surprising how much extra you have to pay for fire these days. </li><li>At long last Sam and Ell Watched "The Shining" We've been putting this off for a good two years or so now.</li><li>The Tinsel Twins were at last reunited. See the below post for a further account of the night.</li><li>I'm blogging from a pub in keswick called "The Dog and the gun" how manly is that?</li><li>Donald was cool enough as to join us on sunday night via Skype. We had a shirtless party with Sam, Hugh and Several action men figures.</li><li>Sam and Hugh's flat is truly awesome</li><li>I reached $1500,000,000 on mafia wars. What is the point of having money on mafia wars? all you spend it on is properties to provide you with more money; No one can see how much money you have and you can easily get everything you could possibly desire in the game for a meer $10,000,000. What a horrible game. Why do i play that game. I'd make a pact right here and now that i will never log into that time hole again if I wasn't so certain that I would break it.</li></ul><div>Whilst I am in a bad mood with the world, Here are the Anti-Highlights of my journey so far:</div><div><ul><li>There are two 26 busses in edinburgh. Couldn't they just have a 26 and 27? or perhaps a 26a and a 26b? I went back and forth on that bus a whopping 2 times before i finally came to the conclusion that my stop was blocked due to construction. This led me to pointlessly walk for an entire 4 hours until i finally reached my destination only to see a 26 stop right outside the camping ground seconds before i arrived. But the bright side is that i never gave into paying the extra £1.20 to use the 129 and i never let my feminine side encourage me to ask the bus driver what the dealio-yo was.</li><li>What the hell is a virgin shot?</li><li>What's with this twilight obsession? how can he be "Hotter in the book"? It's a book!</li><li>Sniffy!! Why have you joined Facebook?!?!?!?! You hate facebook! What are you thinking, Giving into your sworn enemy! You sick Bastard! I know no sniffy...</li><li>Ikea!! The building is like a rabbit trail or a rat maze. It's impossible to make it out without walking through all these rooms filled with cool looking items that you don't want at first but after about an hour or two of the nineties popular music and colourful sofas, Ingvar Kamprad works his magic on you and you begin to desire all of those fancy ice cream scoops and funky Garlic Mincers. I already have a perfectly decent garlic mincer, thank you very much, and i doubt that anyone is going to judge me based upon the colour of my cheese grater.</li></ul><div>Sorry, I went off in a bit of a curve there. This Stella must have gotten to me a wee bit. Thanks for reading, I'll try and keep you all posted.</div></div></div>Samuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686313281873577705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-12705427090847783772009-03-15T08:02:00.000-07:002009-03-18T14:46:22.096-07:00The Tinsel Twins 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5gZM2Aqm72rPbUVs2CT65ZRg3__2dvQRYS12HXgbeq5HFV-9K3D3G2rmuFLanTjM3zWJW6KYGlnqAyZVH2W5RkNU19fQuD1i1Ir9rEYstvZHjj05NbSxK-96qMkXPCgYnPYKquif9vQ6/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5gZM2Aqm72rPbUVs2CT65ZRg3__2dvQRYS12HXgbeq5HFV-9K3D3G2rmuFLanTjM3zWJW6KYGlnqAyZVH2W5RkNU19fQuD1i1Ir9rEYstvZHjj05NbSxK-96qMkXPCgYnPYKquif9vQ6/s200/DSC00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314089365656770802" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Friday - The day of the "Tinsel Twins" Adventure number 3. At a mere two o' clock The tinsel twins Began their day at Loony Lornas Tea house With A Tea called sleeping Beauty It was a very pretty cafe, and they used the most adorable little tea cosy on the cutest little teapot I have ever seen. Naturally, after such a Feminine Afternoon as this one the tinsel twins where forced to Reassert Their Manliness by Growing Moustaches and drinking excessively at the very first pub they could find...<br /></div><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBWyuJiYFpvhdBXmFJ0kE_wOC89S0sYRaDiVk0rDq5Dta_jEFkCYVk0IBrXQULhsQBjpwnjTLAGlOdd0p5WhCKq2hQlqIN3oap0OK-AXYtb6RHKwuayMSQAwh2db0qYL8ArrBMDNOh31i7/s200/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313450155239847106" border="0" /><div>But then, to save money; the second pub they could find where they ordered a four pint pitcher to get the get the drinking ball rolling. They were soon joined by Sam's <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcV63bzNBfnRyEmtPDEp8RoADJU3sSY_eYqwJl5hg9R-dZVWTJANOn8ECaDjUQEJyaHeJoKXD1dQM874FC6myzD0N1V2SO-FbbGEHfK2THE9RxjZq-Cpfno2qs8x8dj5lt9HkrlkZdOwMk/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcV63bzNBfnRyEmtPDEp8RoADJU3sSY_eYqwJl5hg9R-dZVWTJANOn8ECaDjUQEJyaHeJoKXD1dQM874FC6myzD0N1V2SO-FbbGEHfK2THE9RxjZq-Cpfno2qs8x8dj5lt9HkrlkZdOwMk/s200/DSC00050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314092993252377874" border="0" /></a>flatmate and Sam's good friend: Hugh, to give him a warm welcome to This particular Tipsy Tinsel twins Adventure they ordered a trio of cocktails; A layered Cocktail and two others with names i probably shouldn't repeat...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuUFISip2sk_iUd7-kflla4BW-VKEVDYectArD0G1qGHwd9rwe7zC_nZP8xa85mCFflgK6XWVYke4KaekqSocd2XLDHt4Bdo7BeslC0Ec6FBs51E0hZND8Rv9acz1r86Vsn3D2qt1yItVp/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuUFISip2sk_iUd7-kflla4BW-VKEVDYectArD0G1qGHwd9rwe7zC_nZP8xa85mCFflgK6XWVYke4KaekqSocd2XLDHt4Bdo7BeslC0Ec6FBs51E0hZND8Rv9acz1r86Vsn3D2qt1yItVp/s200/DSC00001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314093838190579250" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dKDx0psOInWL4clm71IkqSkpE_1b1fjK6-TAU_ndkBYigrWarrvDnpVd2fLVUHXlAqOl_YMDj2JTar5zoBwtYayz7TN3cFrCOFO2mWaHmprl8HnVEy7n4o3WPBFaEx-o-2y5kfqYwRdD/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dKDx0psOInWL4clm71IkqSkpE_1b1fjK6-TAU_ndkBYigrWarrvDnpVd2fLVUHXlAqOl_YMDj2JTar5zoBwtYayz7TN3cFrCOFO2mWaHmprl8HnVEy7n4o3WPBFaEx-o-2y5kfqYwRdD/s200/DSC00053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314094599130378098" border="0" /></a><br />As with all other tinsel twins adventures the night did not yet come to an end when the pubs shut down. Oh no, Like all tinsel twins adventures it keeps on just getting started. The night carried on with more partying and less not partying than ever thought possible and they continue to party to this very day...<br /></div>Samuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12686313281873577705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-86834329739768658082009-03-11T16:53:00.000-07:002009-03-11T17:14:01.616-07:00Sam leaves on his travels.Thus Sam and Donald begin a new chapter of their adventure. Sam leaves with his family in their home renovated truck, known by all as Roxanne, for greater things. Kimberly, Sam and I (Donald) left <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Stromness</span> on the Truck, destined to be filled with a family of Joneses and travel the world for a year, waving goodbye to all of the companions the Joneses have made in their 4 year residence. After a teary eyed goodbye at the Terminal, the Joneses set off, leaving kimberly and I in their wake. Donald and Sam are parted for 5 months. Only until august, when I shall join them in their adventures. Until then you will not be hearing from Sam and Donald together but we invite you to check-up on the updates, both from sunny, eventful Orkney and from Sam, in all his misadventures.Donaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16422263977743687934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-79506343393270961282009-03-11T05:35:00.000-07:002009-03-11T05:59:24.415-07:00The KennethsRight, throughout the course of this blog we will inevitably be using a lot of private jokes that will severely confuse the readers. To solve this problem we will now explain our most commonly used of jokes, "The Two Kenneths"<div><br /></div><div>No one knows how and little know why but long ago God made the most beautiful of mistakes... Kenneth. A boy with two bodies</div><div>, a body with two boys... Kenneth. he was born with a split personality disorder but luckily he had two bodies so it turned out fine.</div><div><br /></div><div>For those of you who think this is a load of ball sacks here is some photographic evidence of the pair.</div><div><br /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3W7jeImnBoAGPzFQvJML2eQoKXHT-4zXDLn9WsB2LdCOmxyNDkfLcAhj4lf8NvP-W2PqMgDMI_hTCwDZfHF0kKqaVK0CI4I1kTDiwTbmHhtN8LHQtvM6vMxaq0hiwtHPV2snJKVwy6ErZ/s320/kenneth4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311910199271405394" /><div>Here they are, enjoying a sophisticated conversation at the dinner table.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Note the difference in hat and shirt.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 84px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVqlt831lYE-645u2jOVhr8RQUCEiEkMeJhGJbLZEZBDA0mhxgZ1m0HIE11sYPwer0eQH5KxamZFJlufi7NT02g5cRY4fbauimCsW0tPGk-Zs1cL21WzN118YRYdm3h-QS30y4M9vAV3ax/s320/Kenneth5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311910679112472978" /></div><div>The debate ended up getting quite h</div><div>eated so our</div><div>amigo, Rodney came to break up the fight.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here he is looking over Kenneth No.1's</div><div> documentation of the incident.</div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEVoBVaPc0I-aGdD5vDk6TPGmrHZ1dbwU2SqfZrsQ7kY1Xe3wyQuJG2eMi41es35135tMWxGnwRiZ2Ci0TsnXyEsJrJtqq_hWoQee-My_sD0CaMEQ_IQ1q8KijD1LlJ4GMw-AdxYPeiWSL/s320/Kenneth6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311911467995721858" /></div><div>Opposites attract as the Kenneths partake in discourse in the sixth year room.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTm7gx-N06MsycB3lVb85TJDjkSCJ6zATYNdmQAvnjhV_uIvNgjM9782Y1ZpnZJpEu2-sq5QU-50rX-M1VKj7S8XjJOA_htu-FJHsSRcpPCssxaATjELK2hZb20p82eybrSN9AG0LZSmgt/s320/kenneth2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311912323424857746" /></div><div>However all hell breaks loose when kenneth No.1 comes on a little bit too strong.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAWaPZX7Opxv_v1sGogYFF6e5HerjI5Ql4mlBdAfndKfBEBr5Akp8J4GLDH3UyX4YK8gKHxn1UuCR3DuE8xKgBfSgYIZK4umgj0wm0l1EhXAhrk5eyUQvGncV0MNI40wUc4cdykPl7KsRq/s320/kenneth3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311912924563677970" /></div><div>The next morning at Casa de Kenneth was all too awkward.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bit in the end differences were set aside with a little help from a friend.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFr6j6DyvUMZjB2UHXslRAQ0nCAJ4gzO7vW43HnImmSiWyyErkLuwjh70VZVrv1cq0r91xm1fZkbsZbcTv4dFySoeMX-WMuVn3SUfvGtskf6O8lymyxFP8u7rtbSngYj2-qApJkroz-Sqs/s320/Kenneth1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311913410858483234" /></div>Sam and Donaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17633673821839958923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857480200532951794.post-83963475869401184812009-03-10T18:54:00.000-07:002009-03-10T19:09:03.551-07:00Thus it begins.Here it is; the first post; I'll give you a basic story about what this is all about. As of tomorrow, I (Sam) will commence on a journey around the world in a truck called Roxanne for the duration of roughly a year. I will be joined in august by my closest of companions, friends and enemies; Donald Cowan. Until the point where we meet I will keep this blog updated with the news from my travels whilst Donald will attempt too keep a record of the events in the merry old Orkney Islands of which we both until tomorrow abide.<div><br /></div><div>Sam</div>Sam and Donaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17633673821839958923noreply@blogger.com0