Today I fixed a computer belonging to a minister. I'm going to heaven.

I'm also going to Cambridge* and Geneva this weekend. Hurrah!

* via ferry and rail through Scotland. Wish me luck. 

Glasgowbury was excellent :-)

Favourite band had to be the Velvet Scooters, but Fisto played a great set also. We got very drunk and made lots of nice new culchie friends, who invited us to their party. Bar was full of drunken indiekids, and we had a grand old time. We acquired many beer trophies - lighters, baccy and a bottle of sambuca from ( Read more... )

Oooh! I went to Oxegen! We camped like old people (hidden in a corner of the field, with a gazebo and airbeds). Saturday started excellently with the Saw Doctors (even the people who are sniffy about them like them really ;-), Kaiser Chiefs, and QOTSA. Have seen The Frames live a fair number of times now, but they never disappoint. We stayed for a ( Read more... )

Camping (in Donegal on a pretty beach with padzor, roo, deedub and peter, for those of you not paying attention) was fan-bloody-tastic, marking my introduction to fun new intoxicants, and to chat up lines such as "Do you like my new tractor? It's got a chrome loadbox, y'know. Top-of-the-range ( Read more... )

I'm sure everybody is gonna write about what-we-did-on-our-Bank-Holiday-Weekend, so my apologies for any repetition...

Friday was shopping, a v.fun party at ashglass's, sleeping in a chapel, a kate_the_medic anecdote session, and a short sleep before...

Saturday, which was traipsing and eating and sunning ourselves, and trying Chinese wine and Thai wine and Macedonian ( Read more... )

I ought to write about fun times in Edinburgh and Cambridge with many beloved friends. I ought to write about ongoing flat-hunting. I ought to write about how I'm learning to love Belfast again. 'Fraid I can't be bothered, except to thank everyone who lent me floorspace to crash on, fed me, danced with me, drank G&Ts with me, and talked with me ( Read more... )

Looks like the wiki was um ...added to ( Read more... )

Arrived back in Norn Iron last night after traipsing round beautiful Slovenija for a week. Bled was very pretty but full of Germans, and I got locked out of the house we were staying in (just after making last lj entry in fact). I encoutered unhelpful Slovene peelers ("Yes Mr Police Officer, I am British, but was born in Belfast. Yes, that is ( Read more... )

Bad news: No Bish! He's got distracted by the Ukraine (and was too useless at Russian to get the correct ticket to come and see us ( Read more... )

I left you in Hvar, didn't I ( Read more... )