Tak For Fisk!
As some may know, it's the Danish equivalent for "thank you for the fish". There is little sense from that besides when I watched HG2TG last night and squealing it in joy when reading it on the subtitles for said film. It is also part of the small (but somewhat growing) list of Danish I understand and can (lesser so) reiterate (to some degree).
The closk on this Mac says 00:20, so it must be 01:30 here. Myself and Camilla have been talking for the best part of the time beyond midnight about many undisclosable subjects. Mainly myself considering how my life is going to turn totally on it's arse coloured purple and scream "and now for something completely different" Monty Python stylee.
How, when and what remain to be seen. But it's times like these (away from work for a few days and able to consider that weird thing called life that sometimes passes me by), that get me thinking about where I want to eventually go and how to get there. It gets clearer, but still at near-mud-density.
Back in London tomorrow, I shall probably not post on my return, as per. If you're lucky.
Four minutes.... fucking iBook.
The closk on this Mac says 00:20, so it must be 01:30 here. Myself and Camilla have been talking for the best part of the time beyond midnight about many undisclosable subjects. Mainly myself considering how my life is going to turn totally on it's arse coloured purple and scream "and now for something completely different" Monty Python stylee.
How, when and what remain to be seen. But it's times like these (away from work for a few days and able to consider that weird thing called life that sometimes passes me by), that get me thinking about where I want to eventually go and how to get there. It gets clearer, but still at near-mud-density.
Back in London tomorrow, I shall probably not post on my return, as per. If you're lucky.
Four minutes.... fucking iBook.