After over 3 years of neglect...
Blogging. Whatever happened to that old chestnut? Well... The proverbial chestnut, in this case got pissed all over by that newfangled not as old concept of micro-blogging. Everyone got hooked on Twatter and Facef00k.
I like a good-old-rant, however micro-blogging seems to render one unable to blather on in a froth-mouthed frenzy for several paragraphs due to only being able to post one-liners. This reduces a rabid dog, to a marginally irate goldfish. Attention span much? I'm so poorly practiced in this now, that I can barely hold this post together.
Anyway, the last time I wrote on this was not even in this decade.
Summarising for my last post, which must've been pretty fresh since it was quite detailed, the follwing months were spent prepping for the big day and working at the local lemonade factory for cheap laughs and Danish currency. I wish I could lie about that :-o
Tragedy struck in mid-May, where I lost my job and source of income in the cheery land of the Danes. With a wedding (and a honeymoon) on the way, the shit had somewhat hit the fan. Options and finances were low, and my English qualifications were not really considered by potential employers, so I ended up as a waiter at a pizzaria, at one point.
August 2009
However, the big day arrived with (almost) all in attendance. Wonderful weather, wonderful to see all of our family and friends together celebrating us all at the same time. Just a wonderful day. The only hitch was when Camilla fainted during the ceremony, however this just added to the gravitas of the day... *grin*
The honeymoon was held in Sharm-El-Sheik. I'm not much of a travel writer, and it wasn't very often we strayed from the resort (for generally good reason - comment if really interested.
Autumn 2009
On my return to Denmark, it was discovered on a trip to the job centre that I had been unemployed in almost 6 months. In Denmark, you don't get a badge, or raised benefits... nothing fun for that matter. You get threatened with deportation. This threat was fortunately only present for a short time, due to remarkably helpful people at a government organisation called "statsforvaltningen", who involve themselves with custody and immigration matters, amongst other fun chunks of red tape.
Otherwise, began quite a dark period....
Having never experienced unemployement before, I didn't take to it very well. The "holiday" feeling was fine to start off with. However, once the idea of "no income" started to hit, the concept starts to bite a bit. This overshadowed winter 2009 until summer 2010.
Summer 2010
Wacken was a highlight during this period. Due to not much going on with work and my summer employer fucking around with my hours and getting free employees from the state, resulting in my abrupt departure from aforementioned pizzaria. So, a week of metal, fuckloads of beer and general tomfoolery with my favourite aussies and a few of the old bunch from London was much needed.
Conversation during this period loaned itself to the idea that I would be returning to England, for all intents and purposes, temporarily. As a week prior, I had recieved a letter from a certain bachelor course, in which I was advised that I had been provisionally rejected, but on standby. This uncertainly was cheerfully pissed away to Motley Crue, Gojira, Alice Cooper, and many others.
On my return, I got a phonecall respecting this "stand-by" situation. Due to some applicants choosing elsewhere, there was actually space for me, with a summer "bridge course" starting in a week-or-so's time. This was a massive relief for several reasons:
1. I am no longer unemployed, but a student.
2. I'm a student in a subject which is not totally foreign (in spite of the language being as such).
3. You don't pay tuition fees in Denmark.
4. The Danish government give students grants.
In september 2010, I began study as a "bioanalytiker". What one calls in Blighty a Biomedical Scientist.
I could drivel at length on what has happened on the course, on placements and socially. There's plenty where this came from, if there's an audience for it. I haven't really touched 2011, as of yet.
Now that you ask: I became a proud father on 26 December 2011. Her name is Lily, and she's amazing! Best thing that ever happened to me.
I like a good-old-rant, however micro-blogging seems to render one unable to blather on in a froth-mouthed frenzy for several paragraphs due to only being able to post one-liners. This reduces a rabid dog, to a marginally irate goldfish. Attention span much? I'm so poorly practiced in this now, that I can barely hold this post together.
Anyway, the last time I wrote on this was not even in this decade.
Summarising for my last post, which must've been pretty fresh since it was quite detailed, the follwing months were spent prepping for the big day and working at the local lemonade factory for cheap laughs and Danish currency. I wish I could lie about that :-o
Tragedy struck in mid-May, where I lost my job and source of income in the cheery land of the Danes. With a wedding (and a honeymoon) on the way, the shit had somewhat hit the fan. Options and finances were low, and my English qualifications were not really considered by potential employers, so I ended up as a waiter at a pizzaria, at one point.
August 2009
However, the big day arrived with (almost) all in attendance. Wonderful weather, wonderful to see all of our family and friends together celebrating us all at the same time. Just a wonderful day. The only hitch was when Camilla fainted during the ceremony, however this just added to the gravitas of the day... *grin*
The honeymoon was held in Sharm-El-Sheik. I'm not much of a travel writer, and it wasn't very often we strayed from the resort (for generally good reason - comment if really interested.
Autumn 2009
On my return to Denmark, it was discovered on a trip to the job centre that I had been unemployed in almost 6 months. In Denmark, you don't get a badge, or raised benefits... nothing fun for that matter. You get threatened with deportation. This threat was fortunately only present for a short time, due to remarkably helpful people at a government organisation called "statsforvaltningen", who involve themselves with custody and immigration matters, amongst other fun chunks of red tape.
Otherwise, began quite a dark period....
Having never experienced unemployement before, I didn't take to it very well. The "holiday" feeling was fine to start off with. However, once the idea of "no income" started to hit, the concept starts to bite a bit. This overshadowed winter 2009 until summer 2010.
Summer 2010
Wacken was a highlight during this period. Due to not much going on with work and my summer employer fucking around with my hours and getting free employees from the state, resulting in my abrupt departure from aforementioned pizzaria. So, a week of metal, fuckloads of beer and general tomfoolery with my favourite aussies and a few of the old bunch from London was much needed.
Conversation during this period loaned itself to the idea that I would be returning to England, for all intents and purposes, temporarily. As a week prior, I had recieved a letter from a certain bachelor course, in which I was advised that I had been provisionally rejected, but on standby. This uncertainly was cheerfully pissed away to Motley Crue, Gojira, Alice Cooper, and many others.
On my return, I got a phonecall respecting this "stand-by" situation. Due to some applicants choosing elsewhere, there was actually space for me, with a summer "bridge course" starting in a week-or-so's time. This was a massive relief for several reasons:
1. I am no longer unemployed, but a student.
2. I'm a student in a subject which is not totally foreign (in spite of the language being as such).
3. You don't pay tuition fees in Denmark.
4. The Danish government give students grants.
In september 2010, I began study as a "bioanalytiker". What one calls in Blighty a Biomedical Scientist.
I could drivel at length on what has happened on the course, on placements and socially. There's plenty where this came from, if there's an audience for it. I haven't really touched 2011, as of yet.
Now that you ask: I became a proud father on 26 December 2011. Her name is Lily, and she's amazing! Best thing that ever happened to me.