Afternoon Bloggers,
I have a confession to make, a sort apology i guess....Well here it goes, I have been a bad blogger! And for this i apologise sincerely, i don't know what has got over me... oh wait, maybe it was Football Manager :/
But after a few weeks of regular updates, maybe it was time for a short break so we could both collect our thoughts, i mean not a break like Ross and Rachel in friends, but more of a break as in a bit of time apart, we were talking things way to fast, and well, if i had to admit it, however hard for me it is, but, well, i got spooked, there i admitted it, you came on way to strongly, i rushed things, i let far to much out in a short space of time, but for me, this time apart, well it could only be for the better! I mean look at it this way, you had time to browse other internet sites, to read other peoples work, and maybe see what you were missing you know the whole 'The grass is always greener' motto, and me, well i had time to collect my thoughts and ideas on the world, on my time here, and what i'm going to make of my next (this) blog. I mean they always say that a writers comeback piece has to be something special, right?
But what to write about? Has it been too long.... has it balls! Ok so it has been over a week since we really connected, but we still have that chemistry right? I mean comeon i write,you read, we feellike we connected, you give me constructive criticism, i take it badly, and we move on?!
So i have chosen a topic close to my heart, and an important one for this year. And that is friendships. You see iv just finished writing my part of an assignment we have to submit back to Northumbria Uni in order to pass this year, and i had to write about 3 topics; Student Life, Food and Important People. These were seemingly 3 seperate topics, not much linking one from the other, and so they are set apart in the assignment, however when i got to writing them i realised something, one vital part that joins all 3 together, and that is Friends.
Before i came to Cadiz i planned the year out in my head; A luxury pad with rooftop terrace and pool, a job working behind a cocktail bar flaring and wowing the local senoritas with my long pour, shaker spins and colourful creations, beach by day, uni by evening, and by night, collect up the amigos and hit the old city in true British style. When i arrived in Cadiz i looked to set such plans in motion, so we got a flat, a nice flat, luxury, however, just wasn't the word, i mean sharing a room, now unless its with an 18 lingerie model from Brazil, just aint luxury! So we got the rooftop terrace, but only to dry clothes on, but hey, we've got 2 balconies, enough room to swing a cat? sadly no! But the job hunt, oh the job hunt, it amounted to heading to Bar Cuba each night and pestering our very own 'Uncle Rich' for a job, i got it, and i love it, but i'm just not quite seeing 'Cocktails and Dreams' in Pink Neon lights yet (Tom Cruise-Cocktail durrrr). Now the final three desires, now these we have managed to pin down, and we have them to a T. When the sun comes out, or did :/ we would hit the beach, hit the waves and we would be living the dream. And uni? well we have the luxury of all but one of our classes taking place after 3pm, brilliant? mhmmm! And the nights out, well i think we have heard enough of those already? (But one word that will surely haunt my next blog.... Halloween!! Pictures will tell all!!!)
Am i sad that it hasn't quite lived up to my expectations, maybe that isn't the right word, how about dreams.... Ok so as of yet i haven't had the luxury pad, i do have a nice homely flat sharing with 4 pretty sweet people and 2 others who are always here, (i mean my umbilical cord [LAN] aint just attatched to some randomers laptop!), and i cannot complain! And the job, i love every minute of being behind that bar, ok so i don't like working, but who does, and maybe its not a beach front bar with senoritas lining up to see me sparkle with bottle and shaker in hand (I have yet to actually see myself do it properly hahaha) whilst i shot vodka caramels off of there toned latina bodies, but it's a bloody good place, where i can proudly say, thanks to Rich, i am making cocktails from the best recipes in the world, and the people in the bar? Well i wouldn't go as far as to say the likes of seeing the gang, Alcon, Tom and Rich night in and out beats the lucious latina bodies you can spot on the beach, but they're not half bad!
So am i sad, or dissapointed that my dream of Cadiz is not quite what i built it up in my mind to be? Am i balls! I mean what ever does live up to what you build it up to be? Its a human nature to expect more of something, we live to be disspointed, its called optimism!!! But i can safely say, with hand on heart... I am not even slightly disspointed! And you know why?! Because its a whole lot better than i ever expected!
I came here with the list above set in my mind, money in my pocket, and the world at my feet, i stand here today, (thats just for visual purposes, don't anybody worry that im stood up writing to you, i mean come on, iv moved from my usual couch spot, to laid on my mattress on the living room floor, a whole 50cm from my usual spot!), i lay here today a happy man, with money in my pocket, a good job at hand, the world at my feet, and most importantly, some of the best people a guy could ever want to know, only a mere phone call or text away:
Let me introduce you to the gang:
Firstly we have Mateo; a nice lad, a bit vertically challenged but he doesnt let it get him down he never worries about such little things as that! You can usually find us attatched at the laptops by a short umbilical cord known as our LAN cable!
Then we have Kike; Kellie and Mike, the inseperable starcrossed lovers, swept away by the Cadiz romance, and who love nothing more than romantic walks on the beach and to stare longingly into each others eyes as they recieve endless amounts of 'Banter' from all angles :P
On top of that we have Ash and Sam, the 'opposites'; Live with them, Live by them, if its not one complaining, its the other! They couldn't be more opposite of people, Ash is a big lad, Sam looks like he got smuggled from the Shire, Ash is into to House music, Sam loves nothing more than a bit of Glee and R n B, but in the same breath you could immediately go on to say how alike they are, both take a year to get read as me and Kellie twiddle our thumbs waiting for them to be ready half an hour after we gotta be somehwere! They both enjoy excercise, and well, to be honest, they're both a bit special :)
Then we have Kate and Katie, and Max of course for good measure; Housemates and crackers, Kate and Katie, both in fact called Kate, but to make life easier for everyone, one of them is a Katie, at least for this year. Mad as hatters, stroppy perhaps, love 'em, of course!!! And Max, don't fprget Max, built like Peter Crouch but lacks the robot skills to pull it through! Smooth operator with his masculinity destroyed by the feministic charms and stories told by Kate and Katie!
Tash and Sarah can never be forgotten; as ditzy as they come, but as loveable as anybody else. Two terrors from Brum Uni, rarely found without a drink in hand. The creator of such great lines as 'Sam you were in the cupboard?' Tash helped us win the Pub Quiz, and then Sarah, oh drunky drunk drunk Sarah, T-Total to her may mean a night in with a glass of wine with dinner! Couldn't live here without them!
Thats the usual English Gang, we also have such great additions to the group as 'The Germans' including DJ Stephen Miene!, 'Geff' the French housemate and a true servant to the english tradition of The Inbetweeners! 'The Bar Cuba Lot'; Rich, Alcon and Tom. Then we have the like of Alex, Jackson, Taylor, Joe, Ruben, Bee, Maisy, Moll, Martha and Nana always making up the numbers on a night out!
Wherever you look, you will find a freind. Whether its stumbling home alone and bumping into the Americans, Italians or French, or pre lash with the Germans, you are never lonley here in Cadiz, a friend is never more than a stones throw away!
So at the end of the year when i am askes the inevitable question, 'Did it live up to everything you hoped it would be?' I will answer NO! No because i could never have dreamed of it being as good as it has been so far, i could never have hoped to have met such amazing people i have been introduced to, and i couldn't ask for anything more than what i have got here right now.
I will forever remember my year in Cadiz, the places i have been, the people i have met, the sights i have seen. And i will never forget that this year was not just about going to Uni, not just about learning the language and experiencing the culture, it was also about meeting new people, people from around the world, across Europe and the US, and it is about forging relationships with people that will las a lifetime.
On a year abroad one may think they are leaving behind the ones they love, but to be honest, you are meerly expaniding your friends list, Facebook appreciates it :) get connected!!! hahaha but too all those back home, i salute you, in freezing donny, newcastle, nottingham, or wherever you may be, i salute you and i miss you, and all those on exchanges across the eu and us i too miss you, but this year isn't about missing people, no matter how much i do, but its about making new friends, not to replace, but to expand, and to that, i shall drink.
My year abroad. Created by Northumbria. Imagined by me. Moulded by those around me.
Friends, It's becuase of them that i am me.
Friday 29 October 2010
Sunday 17 October 2010
The World Is Our Oyster.... Who's Coming Along For The Ride?
Afternoon Bloggers,
Alot of you have told me how you enjoy reading this blog, how it makes you laugh, smile, or whatever it does to you, even if it makes you cringe, i know that i am doing my job because its not for myself i write this blog, well it is a little bit, but i like to let people know what i have been up to, to keep friends and family in touch with my goings on and express my warped view on the world, and this, for me, is the best outlet. :)
So today i thought, after the week i have had, that i simply had to share all with you, my wonderful audience :). Up until this thursday just gone we had been in Cadiz for 5 weeks and not stepped foot outside this stunning city. However on Thursday, as there was a UV party on that night at Nahu, (I'll tell you all about that later on!!), we decided to go to Jerez, a city nearby which happens to have a Primark and a H n M, perfect places to get our UV outfits, oh and did we look a bunch of wallys! classic!
Now Jerez was cool, it was a nice shopping centre, a bit like the metro centre but about 15million times smaller!! But what we found when we arrived in Sevilla yesterday on our second excursion this week, just simply gobsmacked us! One of the most stunning cities i have ever seen, Andalucia is simply stunning! In Sevilla we managed to get our tourist caps on and spent the day seeing some of the sights. When we arrived good ol Geoff got us good and lost until we managed to stumble across a 'Fiesta de Naciones' (International Festival/Market), in which we wondered around the stalls selling food, drink and jewellery etc from all around the world, (No bleeding English stall though :( so no fish n chips or..... you guessed it, YORKSHIRE PUDDINGS for me!!), we ate, drank some and browsed the stall, what i learnt, apart from don't folllow a frenchman ;) was that Kangaroo is the best meat i have ever tasted!! We then moved on into the city and toured the Cathedral, a story on its own, one of the most beautiful buildings i have ever been lucky enough to see up close, and the view from the top, simply sensational!! After the trek up and down the 35 flights (No stairs only one continous ramp split up by corners!!) we moved on into the city, it was getting late so we decided some of us would take a Horse Drawn Carriage ride around the city to see the sights whilst Geoff, Ash and Mike went up onto a rooftob bar to drink 12.50 euro Mojitos! The carriage ride was a pefect way to see the city, the driver was a perfect guide and the sights were immense, buildings liek no others, palaces that look let film sets and gardens that look like they were taken straight from Eden.
A great two days, to round off a great week of days lazing about or as iv described, travelling Andalucia, and nights out in Cadiz getting messy and well uber-messy!!!
The nights out, ohhhh the nights out!! Where to start, i mean so far we have been out a fair bit and had some amazing nights out, but this week has bordered on the insane, with the combination of the deposit into our accounts of Erasmus money (Thankyou Erasmus, you have funded a great week, a to be great year, and a need for a liver replacement!!) and the lack of uni due to national, local, bank, and university holidays this week, (we only had uni this wednesday and friday just gone!) it turned out to be 5 out of 6 and after tonights quiz at Bar Cuba (Where i now work Wednesdays behind the bar making the best cocktails in the best bar in Cadiz!) it will be 6 out of 7 nights of PURE MESSSS!!
Monday and Wednesday were bog standard nights, not much happened, we went out but nothing too big, Saturday and Friday were planned 'quiet' nights out ending in returning home at between the hours of 3-5 but Thursday, oh god guys, Thursday, well that is another Blog all together....
UV Party in Nahu, and how do the English do UV, Over the top, Camp as can be, Drag, with as many colours as one body can handle, as you can see, i looked tip top, and well, lets just say, us English, we couldn't have stood out more if we had big flashing lights on our heads and boomboxes fitted to our asses, it was incredible. I mean come on, who knew that other European and American people had simply NO CLUE how to celebrate a UV Party, we were the only ones dressed up, yes other people had UV paint on their faces, but nobody looked like us!!
However....... There was one person i did not want to see me dressed like the complete and utter moron i was looking like, and that was one lovely French lass i have come across...... No Such Luck!!! But when one manages to woo a french lass dressed like the worlds most retarded drag queen, (and i mean she's french, the french are all like ooh la la, mon oui mon waaaa, and i can safely say very few apart from our own special Geoff and the Madamouiselle herself appreciated the hilarity of our situation), you surely gotta know that your on to a winner!
So that was the week that was guys, it was a fantastic week, full of banter, drunkardness, culture, expensive cocktails, stunning sights, one very knackering game of football at half 10 in the morning in the steaming sunshine after a more than eventful night on the wednesday, rolling in at 5am and playing those few hours later! A week to remember, and the beginning of more adventures to come, i mean come on the world is our oyster this year... Who's coming along for the ride?
A few shout outs this week to friends who have made my life a little bit closer to heaven......
-Sam Maloney and his legendarily camp and outrageous quotes:
"When are you guys getting home.... I'm Lonely Maloney"
"Everyone is a little harsh to Gary Glitter"
"I think people who have gone to jail should be able to watch the X-Factor... it's like Human Rights!"
- To Zoe Healy who saved my life by sending me a link to watch the X-Factor Live stream
- To Mike McPherson for given me ample opportunity day in day out for tip top banter
- To Ashley Milns... For not peeing himself this week
- And to all you readers out there, for making me feel wanted..... haha jokes i know i'm adored worldwide :P
Happy Blogging :)
Alot of you have told me how you enjoy reading this blog, how it makes you laugh, smile, or whatever it does to you, even if it makes you cringe, i know that i am doing my job because its not for myself i write this blog, well it is a little bit, but i like to let people know what i have been up to, to keep friends and family in touch with my goings on and express my warped view on the world, and this, for me, is the best outlet. :)
So today i thought, after the week i have had, that i simply had to share all with you, my wonderful audience :). Up until this thursday just gone we had been in Cadiz for 5 weeks and not stepped foot outside this stunning city. However on Thursday, as there was a UV party on that night at Nahu, (I'll tell you all about that later on!!), we decided to go to Jerez, a city nearby which happens to have a Primark and a H n M, perfect places to get our UV outfits, oh and did we look a bunch of wallys! classic!
Now Jerez was cool, it was a nice shopping centre, a bit like the metro centre but about 15million times smaller!! But what we found when we arrived in Sevilla yesterday on our second excursion this week, just simply gobsmacked us! One of the most stunning cities i have ever seen, Andalucia is simply stunning! In Sevilla we managed to get our tourist caps on and spent the day seeing some of the sights. When we arrived good ol Geoff got us good and lost until we managed to stumble across a 'Fiesta de Naciones' (International Festival/Market), in which we wondered around the stalls selling food, drink and jewellery etc from all around the world, (No bleeding English stall though :( so no fish n chips or..... you guessed it, YORKSHIRE PUDDINGS for me!!), we ate, drank some and browsed the stall, what i learnt, apart from don't folllow a frenchman ;) was that Kangaroo is the best meat i have ever tasted!! We then moved on into the city and toured the Cathedral, a story on its own, one of the most beautiful buildings i have ever been lucky enough to see up close, and the view from the top, simply sensational!! After the trek up and down the 35 flights (No stairs only one continous ramp split up by corners!!) we moved on into the city, it was getting late so we decided some of us would take a Horse Drawn Carriage ride around the city to see the sights whilst Geoff, Ash and Mike went up onto a rooftob bar to drink 12.50 euro Mojitos! The carriage ride was a pefect way to see the city, the driver was a perfect guide and the sights were immense, buildings liek no others, palaces that look let film sets and gardens that look like they were taken straight from Eden.
A great two days, to round off a great week of days lazing about or as iv described, travelling Andalucia, and nights out in Cadiz getting messy and well uber-messy!!!
The nights out, ohhhh the nights out!! Where to start, i mean so far we have been out a fair bit and had some amazing nights out, but this week has bordered on the insane, with the combination of the deposit into our accounts of Erasmus money (Thankyou Erasmus, you have funded a great week, a to be great year, and a need for a liver replacement!!) and the lack of uni due to national, local, bank, and university holidays this week, (we only had uni this wednesday and friday just gone!) it turned out to be 5 out of 6 and after tonights quiz at Bar Cuba (Where i now work Wednesdays behind the bar making the best cocktails in the best bar in Cadiz!) it will be 6 out of 7 nights of PURE MESSSS!!
Monday and Wednesday were bog standard nights, not much happened, we went out but nothing too big, Saturday and Friday were planned 'quiet' nights out ending in returning home at between the hours of 3-5 but Thursday, oh god guys, Thursday, well that is another Blog all together....
UV Party in Nahu, and how do the English do UV, Over the top, Camp as can be, Drag, with as many colours as one body can handle, as you can see, i looked tip top, and well, lets just say, us English, we couldn't have stood out more if we had big flashing lights on our heads and boomboxes fitted to our asses, it was incredible. I mean come on, who knew that other European and American people had simply NO CLUE how to celebrate a UV Party, we were the only ones dressed up, yes other people had UV paint on their faces, but nobody looked like us!!
However....... There was one person i did not want to see me dressed like the complete and utter moron i was looking like, and that was one lovely French lass i have come across...... No Such Luck!!! But when one manages to woo a french lass dressed like the worlds most retarded drag queen, (and i mean she's french, the french are all like ooh la la, mon oui mon waaaa, and i can safely say very few apart from our own special Geoff and the Madamouiselle herself appreciated the hilarity of our situation), you surely gotta know that your on to a winner!
So that was the week that was guys, it was a fantastic week, full of banter, drunkardness, culture, expensive cocktails, stunning sights, one very knackering game of football at half 10 in the morning in the steaming sunshine after a more than eventful night on the wednesday, rolling in at 5am and playing those few hours later! A week to remember, and the beginning of more adventures to come, i mean come on the world is our oyster this year... Who's coming along for the ride?
A few shout outs this week to friends who have made my life a little bit closer to heaven......
-Sam Maloney and his legendarily camp and outrageous quotes:
"When are you guys getting home.... I'm Lonely Maloney"
"Everyone is a little harsh to Gary Glitter"
"I think people who have gone to jail should be able to watch the X-Factor... it's like Human Rights!"
- To Zoe Healy who saved my life by sending me a link to watch the X-Factor Live stream
- To Mike McPherson for given me ample opportunity day in day out for tip top banter
- To Ashley Milns... For not peeing himself this week
- And to all you readers out there, for making me feel wanted..... haha jokes i know i'm adored worldwide :P
Happy Blogging :)
Wednesday 13 October 2010
Choque Cultural
Afternoon Bloggers,
So set your mind back 3 weeks. What we're you doing? who were you with? Me. I was sat in a room full of european students in an Erasmus Welcome Meeting on our first day at Universidad de Cadiz. Now this was a pretty bog standard 'Welcome Meeting', we were introduced to the university, the different campuses, the main member of staff, the library service etc, but one bit stood out from the rest, and that was the section reserved for a geezer from the psychological service of the uni, i guess an on site shrink, and his presentation was all about 'Choque Cultural', or for us brits, 'Culture Shock'.
Now most of his presentation was run of the mill garbage like many people will have heard at health and safety talks at work, or at school when an 'incident' occurs, you know the pish; It's completely confidential, there is no pressure on you at all, you don't have to come in in person we can talk across email or on the phone (meanwhile he's thinking this is a much easier way for him to have a jolly good giggle at your 'issues'!) But when its in Spanish, alliteration and over-emphasis of the word 'Choque Cultural' really makes you sit up and take notice (for the first real time in this meeting), that coupled with some hilarious images and a strange accent meant that alot actually sunk in.... i think :/
The general gist of the talk was that after the first few weeks to couple of months - otherwise known as the 'Honeymoon Period'- there comes 'Choque Cultural', the moment where it starts to hit home that you are actually not on a 5 week bender payed for by the lovely people at the Student Loans Company and later further funded by the generous individuals in the EU company Erasmus, and that you are actually stuck in this foreign country to learn, to learn how to fit in with this foreign culture, how to cope eating this foreign food, and start (or continue to learn :/) to speak this foreign language whilst living in a foreign house surrounded all the time by foreign people... sound scary, sorry, it isn't i swears :D.
Now to the point, yes i know, what the bleeding nora is this dude babbling on about, there is NOWT rock n roll about a 3 paragraph lecture on some foreign saying i cant even spell never mind pronounce... but wait, there is indeed a point, and a rather funny image :)
The point is, as i sat in that very lecture 3 weeks ago, and completely dismissed all he said (aprt from the fact i knew i would be missing my Yorkshire frikin Puddings!), i said to myself, "Matty man, there is nothing here in Cadiz that can shock you more than the sights outside the Gate in Newcastle on a Wednesday night or a weekend, or even on a Tuesday night on Silver Street in Donny, nothing here can compare to the horrors that have burnt away the irises in your eyes from nights gone by.... HOWEVER, here, today, well in fact a mere 5 hours ago, i stood, and do indeed stand (im actually laid down don't worry) corrected!....
So set your mind back 3 weeks. What we're you doing? who were you with? Me. I was sat in a room full of european students in an Erasmus Welcome Meeting on our first day at Universidad de Cadiz. Now this was a pretty bog standard 'Welcome Meeting', we were introduced to the university, the different campuses, the main member of staff, the library service etc, but one bit stood out from the rest, and that was the section reserved for a geezer from the psychological service of the uni, i guess an on site shrink, and his presentation was all about 'Choque Cultural', or for us brits, 'Culture Shock'.
Now most of his presentation was run of the mill garbage like many people will have heard at health and safety talks at work, or at school when an 'incident' occurs, you know the pish; It's completely confidential, there is no pressure on you at all, you don't have to come in in person we can talk across email or on the phone (meanwhile he's thinking this is a much easier way for him to have a jolly good giggle at your 'issues'!) But when its in Spanish, alliteration and over-emphasis of the word 'Choque Cultural' really makes you sit up and take notice (for the first real time in this meeting), that coupled with some hilarious images and a strange accent meant that alot actually sunk in.... i think :/
The general gist of the talk was that after the first few weeks to couple of months - otherwise known as the 'Honeymoon Period'- there comes 'Choque Cultural', the moment where it starts to hit home that you are actually not on a 5 week bender payed for by the lovely people at the Student Loans Company and later further funded by the generous individuals in the EU company Erasmus, and that you are actually stuck in this foreign country to learn, to learn how to fit in with this foreign culture, how to cope eating this foreign food, and start (or continue to learn :/) to speak this foreign language whilst living in a foreign house surrounded all the time by foreign people... sound scary, sorry, it isn't i swears :D.
Now to the point, yes i know, what the bleeding nora is this dude babbling on about, there is NOWT rock n roll about a 3 paragraph lecture on some foreign saying i cant even spell never mind pronounce... but wait, there is indeed a point, and a rather funny image :)
The point is, as i sat in that very lecture 3 weeks ago, and completely dismissed all he said (aprt from the fact i knew i would be missing my Yorkshire frikin Puddings!), i said to myself, "Matty man, there is nothing here in Cadiz that can shock you more than the sights outside the Gate in Newcastle on a Wednesday night or a weekend, or even on a Tuesday night on Silver Street in Donny, nothing here can compare to the horrors that have burnt away the irises in your eyes from nights gone by.... HOWEVER, here, today, well in fact a mere 5 hours ago, i stood, and do indeed stand (im actually laid down don't worry) corrected!....
There is NOWHERE in the whollllee world, not even in the USA, where a man can wear these clothes and survive the day! In Donny, this guy would've been stripped down, left with his baseball cap, and made to watch in horror, butt naked, as his clothes burnt in front of him in a the body of a burning skoda nicked by a few chavs earlier.
This, my freinds, is 'Choque Cultural'!!
Happy Blogging :)
Monday 11 October 2010
I Love Rock n Roll
Afternoon Bloggers,
When you're a 20 year old into your 3rd year as a university student some people may think that the last way you could possibly describe your life is 'Rock n Roll'.
However, if you look at it from my way of thinking, you may just come round to agreeing...
It all began almost 5 weeks ago now, but it takes times like last night as the 3 day long storm continued to hammer down up the cobbled streets of Cadiz, soaking Sam's washing for the 3rd consecutive day (poor lad), to make you reflect upon the time you have spent in a place. Whether its teaching local barmen how to make JaegerBombs, watching Sam be tricked into shotting Fernet Blanca (A bleach like taste is being kind to what is a truly devilish drink), or a 15 hour drinking session in the stunning Spanish sunshine with wee Mattito followed by busting out some serious 'Rock n Roll' moves on the Imagina stage at 5am more than drunk with the ever enthusiastic Mattito, staggering home at 7am trying to choose which sidestreet is the one you have to walk down when each one in fact looks exactly the same, conversing in pefect spanish at half past 7 to the local street cleaners as you battle with against the ingredients in your stomach for words not vomit in order to find directions home and not in fact, to the cop shop, 6 am phone calls back home to James Walsh listening to what mess he got himself into that night, which girl he told he loved, who he wrote a love note to introducing himself as their neighbour; 'Shy James' or how superb his night has been but how he's just made the mistake of annoying Laurie 'The Rhino' Troke, and the conversation drifting away from me as he attempts to outrun the collosus shouting 'We're even' in a poor attempt to profess his innocence, or walking into class on your first day of uni, sitting down on the back row with the 'gang' and having in excess of 30 pairs of Spanish eyes stare at you as the lecturer kindly explains that your timetable is in fact incorrect and the lesson actually started at half past 8 not half past 9 :(
But even as you look back upon these 'incidents', you may not be overawed by what has happened, and may not be thinking to yourself, dude, this guys 'Rock n Roll' to the core, (does it help if i tell you the story of how one Mr. Ano-Ash-mous staggered back to the Hostel alone on what was one of our first nights here, with the police in tow watching his every, swaying, impossibly intoxicated movement followed by the slight failure of his bladder as his keys (or his brain) seem to fail him in his time of need?!)
I may even agree with you on this point, maybe im not Mick Jagger or Keith Richards or even Bruce Springsteen (however my t-shirts disagree and state that i am indeed 'rock n roll' legend), but after sitting in this very spot last night, (my usual position laid out on the sofa feet up blogging away, a position which i have in fact fallen asleep in, waking up at 8.30am with the worlds biggest neck and back pains yearning for the comfort of my uncomfortable bed... that's when you know its now home!), with my laptop providing ample entertainment for a rainy night. It was as i sat here watching The Runaways, a story of an industry changing band featuring 'rock n roll' legends Joan Jett and Cherie Currie or 'CherryBomb', in that hour an a half i learned the meaning of 'rock n roll' and that is that it is what you make of it, just like life.
Look at the evidence nowadays, in the past we have had such 'rock n roll' gods as Elvis, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Blondie, The Runaways, Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, and Kiss among a host of other individuals and bands to shape the music industry and define generations, but who do we have nowadays? Our last remaining 'rock n roll' artist is none other than Cliff Richard! A poor excuse for 'rock n roll'! So that can only mean one thing... 'Rock n Roll' has evolved, it has moved on from the days of 'sex, drugs and rock n roll', they are still very important ingredients to the hallowed institution, but it has never been about being the same as everyone expects, as Laetittia Sadier from Stereolab said "Rock and roll has now become a conformity, which is completely anti-nature to rock and roll; therefore, it's dead."
Rock n Roll is about standing out from the crowd and making most of your life, enjoying it to the full, now how i see the rest of my days in Cadiz set out is as follows:
- Wake up around the midday mark
- If its a weekday get ready for an afternoon at uni (99% of lectures in the pm!)
- If its a weekend pop onto the balcony and check out the weather, if its sunny and warm enough, get short on, get stuff together and head down to Santa Maria beach
- If its a weekend and it just isnt warm enough for the beach then figure out something to do, play football, head into New Town or lounge about with the amigos
- Work behing the bar at Cuba (couple of nights a week if i get the job, the trial went very well)
- Hit the town with the amigos, pre-drink at someones piso, hit Cuba, Bhopal/Nahu and then finish off the night at Umec or La Punta, then the innevitable 5-7.30am stagger home after dancing my ass off on a stage or dancefloor somewhere.
- Wake up and do the same again....
A few exceptions to the rule include;
- Surfing when the waves begin to pick up
- Explore Spain, Gibraltar and Morroco
- Time on the side for una chica
- Get my ass playing Football and Tennis regularly!
-TIME FOR BLOGGING
Now this may not seem very 'Rock n Roll' but when you look into the meaning of the term, then i hope that my life does not seem too dull and un-'rock n roll' to you. Its inevitable that i stand out, as explained before, as a tall, lanky, ginger, english-man in Cadiz, its impossible to ever fit into a crowd! But as i strive for enjoyment, watching films and tv programmes and listening to music that others disregard, spending time out from the same old trip to the beach to blog, getting maximum enjoyment out of the 'rock n roll' music blaring out of the speakers down at La Punta which other people just stand about and moan about (ey Lassy) and looking to make the most of this incredible opportunity that has been given to me this year by getting a job, trying to integrate myself into different groups, trying new foods, drinks, and as a whole just living life to the max, i think i may not as you say be living the run of the mill; 'sex, drugs and rock n roll' lifestyle, but what i am doing is making the most of a bloody amazing opportunity handed to me, and that to me, is just right.
Anywho, i'm a ginger in spain, if i'm not 'rock n roll' then im a frikin national treasure and a god to these people, and that makes me 'rock n roll' in my eyes ;)
Until next time guys stay safe, stay cool, and most of all, make the most of the opportunities you've been given not only in areas such as partying, but the important things in life too, make sure you are the best person you can be at all times, make sure you do the best you possibly can in all you do, make sure you always help out others if you are able, and most of all make sure that you take every single situation by the horns and succeed in all that you do.
If life throws you lemons, make some Vodka, Lime and Lemonades and party your asses off.
Happy Blogging :)
When you're a 20 year old into your 3rd year as a university student some people may think that the last way you could possibly describe your life is 'Rock n Roll'.
However, if you look at it from my way of thinking, you may just come round to agreeing...
It all began almost 5 weeks ago now, but it takes times like last night as the 3 day long storm continued to hammer down up the cobbled streets of Cadiz, soaking Sam's washing for the 3rd consecutive day (poor lad), to make you reflect upon the time you have spent in a place. Whether its teaching local barmen how to make JaegerBombs, watching Sam be tricked into shotting Fernet Blanca (A bleach like taste is being kind to what is a truly devilish drink), or a 15 hour drinking session in the stunning Spanish sunshine with wee Mattito followed by busting out some serious 'Rock n Roll' moves on the Imagina stage at 5am more than drunk with the ever enthusiastic Mattito, staggering home at 7am trying to choose which sidestreet is the one you have to walk down when each one in fact looks exactly the same, conversing in pefect spanish at half past 7 to the local street cleaners as you battle with against the ingredients in your stomach for words not vomit in order to find directions home and not in fact, to the cop shop, 6 am phone calls back home to James Walsh listening to what mess he got himself into that night, which girl he told he loved, who he wrote a love note to introducing himself as their neighbour; 'Shy James' or how superb his night has been but how he's just made the mistake of annoying Laurie 'The Rhino' Troke, and the conversation drifting away from me as he attempts to outrun the collosus shouting 'We're even' in a poor attempt to profess his innocence, or walking into class on your first day of uni, sitting down on the back row with the 'gang' and having in excess of 30 pairs of Spanish eyes stare at you as the lecturer kindly explains that your timetable is in fact incorrect and the lesson actually started at half past 8 not half past 9 :(
But even as you look back upon these 'incidents', you may not be overawed by what has happened, and may not be thinking to yourself, dude, this guys 'Rock n Roll' to the core, (does it help if i tell you the story of how one Mr. Ano-Ash-mous staggered back to the Hostel alone on what was one of our first nights here, with the police in tow watching his every, swaying, impossibly intoxicated movement followed by the slight failure of his bladder as his keys (or his brain) seem to fail him in his time of need?!)
I may even agree with you on this point, maybe im not Mick Jagger or Keith Richards or even Bruce Springsteen (however my t-shirts disagree and state that i am indeed 'rock n roll' legend), but after sitting in this very spot last night, (my usual position laid out on the sofa feet up blogging away, a position which i have in fact fallen asleep in, waking up at 8.30am with the worlds biggest neck and back pains yearning for the comfort of my uncomfortable bed... that's when you know its now home!), with my laptop providing ample entertainment for a rainy night. It was as i sat here watching The Runaways, a story of an industry changing band featuring 'rock n roll' legends Joan Jett and Cherie Currie or 'CherryBomb', in that hour an a half i learned the meaning of 'rock n roll' and that is that it is what you make of it, just like life.
Look at the evidence nowadays, in the past we have had such 'rock n roll' gods as Elvis, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Blondie, The Runaways, Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, and Kiss among a host of other individuals and bands to shape the music industry and define generations, but who do we have nowadays? Our last remaining 'rock n roll' artist is none other than Cliff Richard! A poor excuse for 'rock n roll'! So that can only mean one thing... 'Rock n Roll' has evolved, it has moved on from the days of 'sex, drugs and rock n roll', they are still very important ingredients to the hallowed institution, but it has never been about being the same as everyone expects, as Laetittia Sadier from Stereolab said "Rock and roll has now become a conformity, which is completely anti-nature to rock and roll; therefore, it's dead."
Rock n Roll is about standing out from the crowd and making most of your life, enjoying it to the full, now how i see the rest of my days in Cadiz set out is as follows:
- Wake up around the midday mark
- If its a weekday get ready for an afternoon at uni (99% of lectures in the pm!)
- If its a weekend pop onto the balcony and check out the weather, if its sunny and warm enough, get short on, get stuff together and head down to Santa Maria beach
- If its a weekend and it just isnt warm enough for the beach then figure out something to do, play football, head into New Town or lounge about with the amigos
- Work behing the bar at Cuba (couple of nights a week if i get the job, the trial went very well)
- Hit the town with the amigos, pre-drink at someones piso, hit Cuba, Bhopal/Nahu and then finish off the night at Umec or La Punta, then the innevitable 5-7.30am stagger home after dancing my ass off on a stage or dancefloor somewhere.
- Wake up and do the same again....
A few exceptions to the rule include;
- Surfing when the waves begin to pick up
- Explore Spain, Gibraltar and Morroco
- Time on the side for una chica
- Get my ass playing Football and Tennis regularly!
-TIME FOR BLOGGING
Now this may not seem very 'Rock n Roll' but when you look into the meaning of the term, then i hope that my life does not seem too dull and un-'rock n roll' to you. Its inevitable that i stand out, as explained before, as a tall, lanky, ginger, english-man in Cadiz, its impossible to ever fit into a crowd! But as i strive for enjoyment, watching films and tv programmes and listening to music that others disregard, spending time out from the same old trip to the beach to blog, getting maximum enjoyment out of the 'rock n roll' music blaring out of the speakers down at La Punta which other people just stand about and moan about (ey Lassy) and looking to make the most of this incredible opportunity that has been given to me this year by getting a job, trying to integrate myself into different groups, trying new foods, drinks, and as a whole just living life to the max, i think i may not as you say be living the run of the mill; 'sex, drugs and rock n roll' lifestyle, but what i am doing is making the most of a bloody amazing opportunity handed to me, and that to me, is just right.
Anywho, i'm a ginger in spain, if i'm not 'rock n roll' then im a frikin national treasure and a god to these people, and that makes me 'rock n roll' in my eyes ;)
Until next time guys stay safe, stay cool, and most of all, make the most of the opportunities you've been given not only in areas such as partying, but the important things in life too, make sure you are the best person you can be at all times, make sure you do the best you possibly can in all you do, make sure you always help out others if you are able, and most of all make sure that you take every single situation by the horns and succeed in all that you do.
If life throws you lemons, make some Vodka, Lime and Lemonades and party your asses off.
Happy Blogging :)
Friday 8 October 2010
Missing Home or Missing Home Comforts.... Is there a Difference?
Afternoon Bloggers :)
Ok, so since i started my blog like a week ago its been described as; emotional, hilarious, impressive, funny, a good read, great writing, gay, and next level gay, (original yer i know!), but for me, its just what comes into my head whilst im writing, ok so i start writing with an basic idea of what i am going to write about, trying not to let the title give too much away, but when i writing, well, things sort of just come to me. I mean alllllotttt i have to edit out because if i just let my brain run free on a web page, well my friends would probably no longer be even acquaintances, and we would probably have a world wide riot on our hands, well, ok thats maybe a little optimistic from me, i mean come on there is only around 30 of you MAX reading this, and i only have 3 followers through blogger and twitter (twitterers get following :D ).
So, i'v carefully planned out this effort, and well, lets see how it goes....
So..... its friday here, and well, last night was quite emotional from me (like some next level feminine crap)...... i watched My Girl. :O I mean come on guys who let me loose in the sad film section of the internet?! But it wasn't just My Girl that had me a bit down in the ol dumps, yesterday morning, well it was afternoon, but i had just woken up! Myself, Sam and Kellie made the effort of the ages.... getting a bus to cure my mouthwatering lust for.... McDonald's, guilty pleasure... i don't think so! I felt not one bit guilty as i polished off most of my large (only size they do weirdly :p) McBacon meal with Wedges instead of Chips with a 'Chicken Move It' on the side and a Cruch McFlurry and Doghnut for after :) (if you gave me half an hour i could sit here and preach to you about the wonders of Spanish McDonald's... its a Fast-Food Fantasy!!
Little side-tracked there.... hmmm..let me re-cap, yesterday, emotional; McDonald's, and sad films at night... so this brought me to wondering, am i (AT LAST) homesick?! And last night yes maybe i was missing the people at home who matter to me.... Fudge :p (jokes guys i miss you all like [humongous writers block here] Leeds Utd fans miss being good at footbal!) But between the sad movies, the awesome McDonald's and the tub of triple chocolate ice cream, I managed to get up of my, at this point very heavy, backside, and rolll my bootaayyy to the fridge for something to drink, when i looked at my sad shelf, with only 3 items on it; A can of Coca Cola, A bottle of Fanta Naranja, and a half empty (i'm no optimist this jar aint half-full) jar of Pickled Onions.
Now guys, especially those of you who are at Uni, you've gotta know this feeling, when it smacks you in the stomach that you have in fact nothing to eat in the world, and alllll the shops are closed, like they are here alllll the good forsaken time! And you just pick up that woefully half empty jar of pickled onions, and that 3/4 full bottle of fanta, and sit yourself down to watch My Girl and wonder, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING MAN?!?!
Well in fact for me, that didn't occur to me until this afternoon when i rolled out of bed and onto the sofa where i now sit and wonder what hell i was doing. Was it because i miss home? Or was it simply because i miss the luxuries of being at home, the full fridge, the shops that don't have a siesta, the YORKSHIRE PUDDINGS, Sky Sports News HD, HD TV as a whole, BBC iPlayer, Channel 4OD, the reasonably sized clubs that open and close at reasonable hours and the Takeaways open till 4/5 in the morning?!
I have come to a conclusion, well no i have come to a few conclusions.....
- I seriously need to go to Carrefour and stock up my fridge, and freezer for those days when Cadiz thinks; You know what, lets have another Bank Holiday!!
- I may need to start eating healthy....... PSSSSYYYYCCCCHHHE, i could just murder a deluxe boneless banquet with 1.5litre bottle of pepsi and Gravy as the side, it would make my frikin day! (James Walsh and/or Pieter Lishman please vaccum pack me one and send it over :D )
- I need to stop coming back from nights out, laying down on the sofa, turning on my laptop and then waking up at silly a.m on the sofa, i mean my neck is taking some serious hammering.
- And most importantly, I need to start blogging some hilarious stories for you guys back home or in other parts of the world :) I'v got some beauties so just be patient and you shall be rewarded in due time :)
Well today guys is yet again another Cadiz Uni day off, i swear they have more days off than on and more bank holidays than bank working days! Not like im complaining!? Its La Punta tonight (A story in itself) and so that means tomorrow (Saturday) is either going to be a complete write off due to a large, (As James Walsh would say... "i wouldnt do it if i wasnt drunkn i wouldnt drink if it wasnt for peer pressure") Vodka shaped Resaca (hangover), or a beach day where the gorgeous golden sands, the awesome atlantic waves and the sensational spanish sun just wash away any signs of hangover :)
So for now Bloggers i bid you farewell, but if tomorrow does indeed equal a write off, and i have nothing to do other than enthral you beautiful people with tales of our Insane Iberian Incidentsthen the next blog shall be entitled something along the lines of.... 'When In Cadiz...' Maybe not one for the fmaily to read... :)
Until next time...
Happy Blogging :)
Ok, so since i started my blog like a week ago its been described as; emotional, hilarious, impressive, funny, a good read, great writing, gay, and next level gay, (original yer i know!), but for me, its just what comes into my head whilst im writing, ok so i start writing with an basic idea of what i am going to write about, trying not to let the title give too much away, but when i writing, well, things sort of just come to me. I mean alllllotttt i have to edit out because if i just let my brain run free on a web page, well my friends would probably no longer be even acquaintances, and we would probably have a world wide riot on our hands, well, ok thats maybe a little optimistic from me, i mean come on there is only around 30 of you MAX reading this, and i only have 3 followers through blogger and twitter (twitterers get following :D ).
So, i'v carefully planned out this effort, and well, lets see how it goes....
So..... its friday here, and well, last night was quite emotional from me (like some next level feminine crap)...... i watched My Girl. :O I mean come on guys who let me loose in the sad film section of the internet?! But it wasn't just My Girl that had me a bit down in the ol dumps, yesterday morning, well it was afternoon, but i had just woken up! Myself, Sam and Kellie made the effort of the ages.... getting a bus to cure my mouthwatering lust for.... McDonald's, guilty pleasure... i don't think so! I felt not one bit guilty as i polished off most of my large (only size they do weirdly :p) McBacon meal with Wedges instead of Chips with a 'Chicken Move It' on the side and a Cruch McFlurry and Doghnut for after :) (if you gave me half an hour i could sit here and preach to you about the wonders of Spanish McDonald's... its a Fast-Food Fantasy!!
Little side-tracked there.... hmmm..let me re-cap, yesterday, emotional; McDonald's, and sad films at night... so this brought me to wondering, am i (AT LAST) homesick?! And last night yes maybe i was missing the people at home who matter to me.... Fudge :p (jokes guys i miss you all like [humongous writers block here] Leeds Utd fans miss being good at footbal!) But between the sad movies, the awesome McDonald's and the tub of triple chocolate ice cream, I managed to get up of my, at this point very heavy, backside, and rolll my bootaayyy to the fridge for something to drink, when i looked at my sad shelf, with only 3 items on it; A can of Coca Cola, A bottle of Fanta Naranja, and a half empty (i'm no optimist this jar aint half-full) jar of Pickled Onions.
Now guys, especially those of you who are at Uni, you've gotta know this feeling, when it smacks you in the stomach that you have in fact nothing to eat in the world, and alllll the shops are closed, like they are here alllll the good forsaken time! And you just pick up that woefully half empty jar of pickled onions, and that 3/4 full bottle of fanta, and sit yourself down to watch My Girl and wonder, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING MAN?!?!
Well in fact for me, that didn't occur to me until this afternoon when i rolled out of bed and onto the sofa where i now sit and wonder what hell i was doing. Was it because i miss home? Or was it simply because i miss the luxuries of being at home, the full fridge, the shops that don't have a siesta, the YORKSHIRE PUDDINGS, Sky Sports News HD, HD TV as a whole, BBC iPlayer, Channel 4OD, the reasonably sized clubs that open and close at reasonable hours and the Takeaways open till 4/5 in the morning?!
I have come to a conclusion, well no i have come to a few conclusions.....
- I seriously need to go to Carrefour and stock up my fridge, and freezer for those days when Cadiz thinks; You know what, lets have another Bank Holiday!!
- I may need to start eating healthy....... PSSSSYYYYCCCCHHHE, i could just murder a deluxe boneless banquet with 1.5litre bottle of pepsi and Gravy as the side, it would make my frikin day! (James Walsh and/or Pieter Lishman please vaccum pack me one and send it over :D )
- I need to stop coming back from nights out, laying down on the sofa, turning on my laptop and then waking up at silly a.m on the sofa, i mean my neck is taking some serious hammering.
- And most importantly, I need to start blogging some hilarious stories for you guys back home or in other parts of the world :) I'v got some beauties so just be patient and you shall be rewarded in due time :)
Well today guys is yet again another Cadiz Uni day off, i swear they have more days off than on and more bank holidays than bank working days! Not like im complaining!? Its La Punta tonight (A story in itself) and so that means tomorrow (Saturday) is either going to be a complete write off due to a large, (As James Walsh would say... "i wouldnt do it if i wasnt drunkn i wouldnt drink if it wasnt for peer pressure") Vodka shaped Resaca (hangover), or a beach day where the gorgeous golden sands, the awesome atlantic waves and the sensational spanish sun just wash away any signs of hangover :)
So for now Bloggers i bid you farewell, but if tomorrow does indeed equal a write off, and i have nothing to do other than enthral you beautiful people with tales of our Insane Iberian Incidentsthen the next blog shall be entitled something along the lines of.... 'When In Cadiz...' Maybe not one for the fmaily to read... :)
Until next time...
Happy Blogging :)
Wednesday 6 October 2010
Another Language.... Another Life?
Afternoon Bloggers :)
After a month of living here i came about to thinking, is this a new life? Moving to a foreign country to live and study for a year, one has to think that you may change, and grow into a new man. All the ingredients for change are there;
- New city
- New language
- New cuisine
- New freinds.
However it also brought me to looking back upon my life in England, at what kind of person i was, which 'Social Group' do i fit into, and by doing so i realised, i am indeed, an Individual. I like music that others may not, i watch films and television that other people may not, i don't believe in Healthy Eating or the Gym. And so in my moving to another country, especially baring in mind that, i am in fact, Ginger, i have to ponder the question, do i fit in? But come on guys, especially for those of you who know me well, do i ever 'Fit in'?!?! I am my own person; a 6 foot 3, 11 stone/ 62 Kilos wet through, intelligent by so so lazy, and most of all with my own sense of humour off of the back of some quite terrible insults thrown my way in earlier life. I if anything, stick out like a sore thumb, never more so however, than in Spain. Here in Cadiz i can count the number of Ginger people on my fingers!!
So what to make of my life in Spain? Well i am a firm believer in living every minute to the maximum, by doing what you love to do, and feeling every minute of every day and not listening to the criticism of others.
So let me draw two comparisons for you:
Life In Spain
- Uni where alot goes over my head
- Strange city full of wonderful people (Cadiz)
- Great party atmosphere most nights
- Away from home
- Surrounded by freinds all the time
- Diet consisting of very little healthy food
- Football a key part to the week
Life in England
- Uni where alot manages to go over my head
- Strange city full of great people (Newcastle)
- Great part atmosphere most nights
- Away from home
- Surrounded by freinds alllll the time
- Diet consisting of noooo healthy food!
- Football a huge part of the week
And the list continues, it is pretty much infinite!! But as you can see, so far anyway, life for me has not changed very much? Is this wrong? Should i be out ther experiencing the joys of Spain?
I do not think there is much more i can do to be making the most of this experience, i am out there meeting new people from all around the world, playing football with players from across europe and even the USA, eating local foods, watching local tv, looking for a european lady to sweep off her feet ;), going to uni and engrossing myself in the Cadiz culture.
Perhaps i will come home a changed man, maybe i will have (finally!) grown up, maybe i will have moulded into a european man, not just an englishman?! But one thing i do know is i will never forget where i came from, the poeple back home and my freinds, and my family who i love.
Pics and Stories to follow soon bloggers.
Happy Blogging :)
After a month of living here i came about to thinking, is this a new life? Moving to a foreign country to live and study for a year, one has to think that you may change, and grow into a new man. All the ingredients for change are there;
- New city
- New language
- New cuisine
- New freinds.
However it also brought me to looking back upon my life in England, at what kind of person i was, which 'Social Group' do i fit into, and by doing so i realised, i am indeed, an Individual. I like music that others may not, i watch films and television that other people may not, i don't believe in Healthy Eating or the Gym. And so in my moving to another country, especially baring in mind that, i am in fact, Ginger, i have to ponder the question, do i fit in? But come on guys, especially for those of you who know me well, do i ever 'Fit in'?!?! I am my own person; a 6 foot 3, 11 stone/ 62 Kilos wet through, intelligent by so so lazy, and most of all with my own sense of humour off of the back of some quite terrible insults thrown my way in earlier life. I if anything, stick out like a sore thumb, never more so however, than in Spain. Here in Cadiz i can count the number of Ginger people on my fingers!!
So what to make of my life in Spain? Well i am a firm believer in living every minute to the maximum, by doing what you love to do, and feeling every minute of every day and not listening to the criticism of others.
So let me draw two comparisons for you:
Life In Spain
- Uni where alot goes over my head
- Strange city full of wonderful people (Cadiz)
- Great party atmosphere most nights
- Away from home
- Surrounded by freinds all the time
- Diet consisting of very little healthy food
- Football a key part to the week
Life in England
- Uni where alot manages to go over my head
- Strange city full of great people (Newcastle)
- Great part atmosphere most nights
- Away from home
- Surrounded by freinds alllll the time
- Diet consisting of noooo healthy food!
- Football a huge part of the week
And the list continues, it is pretty much infinite!! But as you can see, so far anyway, life for me has not changed very much? Is this wrong? Should i be out ther experiencing the joys of Spain?
I do not think there is much more i can do to be making the most of this experience, i am out there meeting new people from all around the world, playing football with players from across europe and even the USA, eating local foods, watching local tv, looking for a european lady to sweep off her feet ;), going to uni and engrossing myself in the Cadiz culture.
Perhaps i will come home a changed man, maybe i will have (finally!) grown up, maybe i will have moulded into a european man, not just an englishman?! But one thing i do know is i will never forget where i came from, the poeple back home and my freinds, and my family who i love.
Pics and Stories to follow soon bloggers.
Happy Blogging :)
Monday 4 October 2010
4 weeks in......
Who would've thought it... almost 4 weeks in and not one real issue yet? I mean come on... that's almost a freaking month?!?! Its flown by, and the few bumps in the road so far have simply been meer molehills, unable to grow into mountains; Good old Delly, The ever-trusted laptop died..... and then like a God from tales of old, was ressurected, and with impotus, its working faster :), other small issues that were easily smoothed over include issues with Uni, now almost a forgotten memory, Money issues are soon to be solved and most of all...... We hunted down some Strongbow!! I mean come on, i'm a Bulmers, Magners and Koppaberg fan, but in their absence, and the ever-presence of Vodka and Tinto Verano... Strongbow is seemingly to be liquid GOLD!!!
Cadiz is simply THE most beautiful place i have ever seen, It is impossible to think in my mind, bar the stunning views of Sandbanks, any other place in England that could even slightly compare. The weather is simply Sun, nothing more need be said, it is said to be the part of Spain which gets the most sun, and boy have we felt it, Lazy days on the beach are no longer a summer treat from days gone by in the UK it is now a routine, weekends, even weekdays, when there is nothing else to do, what more excuse is needed??
I cannot complain, but when in Rome...... There is only one issue i have......
THEY DONT HAVE YORKSHIRE PUDDINGS. Its a pretty big deal for me, a proud yorkshireman, but i'v got by so far, and plan to eat as many as possible at Christmas to fill the void in my stomach :)
Anywhooooo, its been a great first month in a stunningly beautiful part of the world, where the word laidback is taken to the upper limits and the idea behind siestas is pushed to the boundaries of insane!! But i simply cannot make any bones with what has been, so far, THE TIME OF MY LIFE.
Happy Blogging :)
Cadiz is simply THE most beautiful place i have ever seen, It is impossible to think in my mind, bar the stunning views of Sandbanks, any other place in England that could even slightly compare. The weather is simply Sun, nothing more need be said, it is said to be the part of Spain which gets the most sun, and boy have we felt it, Lazy days on the beach are no longer a summer treat from days gone by in the UK it is now a routine, weekends, even weekdays, when there is nothing else to do, what more excuse is needed??
I cannot complain, but when in Rome...... There is only one issue i have......
THEY DONT HAVE YORKSHIRE PUDDINGS. Its a pretty big deal for me, a proud yorkshireman, but i'v got by so far, and plan to eat as many as possible at Christmas to fill the void in my stomach :)
Anywhooooo, its been a great first month in a stunningly beautiful part of the world, where the word laidback is taken to the upper limits and the idea behind siestas is pushed to the boundaries of insane!! But i simply cannot make any bones with what has been, so far, THE TIME OF MY LIFE.
Happy Blogging :)
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