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oath and lovely liver
My oath:
I, Heeland Lass, of Edinburgh, Scotland, United Kingdom, Europe, Earth hereby promise to stop going onandonandonandon about my housey stuff and other trivial things and generally stop being an annoying moaning bint and just get on with things so that you, dear reader, can stop scanning down my pages and wish you’d never added me as a favourite, or accidentally googled me or whatever.
That is my promise to you. It’s too tedious to write about even and so I can’t possibly imagine what you’re going through reading about it.
I’ve been on shit form since I got back from Thailand really, haven’t I?
At the weekend, I went camping. Hurrah! Back to the great outdoors. I know that some people need booze to make them feel human. Others need drugs. Me, just get me round a roaring fire with a glass of red in one hand, a spliff in the other and my wellies on my feet and that’s when I feel like me again. Happier than a pig in filth.
This particular camping trip was for our friend Tarm’s birthday. 5 of us jumped in our car with all our gear, another 5 leapt in another car and we all headed south to the Scottish borders whilst a few other friends leapt in their car and headed north from Manchester. After a good drive through the countryside, we parked our car, loaded ourselves up like mules and walked for about 20 minutes along the banks of a very pretty loch to a lovely spot with a little stream running beside us. There were lots of trees for firewood too – sorted. After a while of getting things together (tents up, beds pumped, fire built, wood collected, spliffs rolled, wine poured) we got on with the main purpose of the trip – to make merry.
We had some dinner and birthday cake, gave the birthday boy his presents and then to be honest, the rest of the night is a blur to me. I know I had a lot of fun. I know my friend M fell in the stream (so bloody obvious really) and twisted her ankle. I know Tarm and Rashers drank a bottle whisky and then went for a swim in the loch, then instantly regretted it. I know the loch was very cold because I saw Tarm’s willy when he was drying off and it was terrified, let me tell you.
Ah it was grand.
The rest of the weekend followed along a similar theme. We got rained off on Sunday morning though and went off for a pretty horrible breakfast in a pub run by a very strange, inhospitable fellow who seemed to hate it when you took dirty dishes over to his counter as a help.
So. A weekend of fun. Just what I needed.
And now - a week of no boozing. Just to prove to my liver that I do think about it from time to time. Nice liver. Keep working for me please. Thanks liver. Love you.
3:35 pm - 09 May 2006
