Bunny Girls

I've really no idea what it was all about but I passed this bunch of Tuborg bunny girls in Copenhagen today on my way to the station... and missed my train home. They were all jumping up and down wearing very little in the freezing cold next to a couple of Tuborg limousines. I guess they were probably all pissed. Here's a Tuborg advert called 'Can Roulette' from Danish television.

Drinking and Sailing Videos

I've just uploaded this video (3.37Mb) taken last week in the pub. In it Colin is re-enacting the day Mr Burns, one of our primary school teachers, taught one of our classmates to do the sign of the cross with a sharp piece of chalk.

Also new in the video page are a couple of videos I took in the summer of dolphins swimming at Zamindar's bows. They're here (2.14Mb) and here (2.14Mb). Add a comment if you have any problems running these videos.

Glasgow night out

Colin and I went out to the Czech styled Bier Halle last night and while sitting there we were most surprised when one of the waitresses offered us free beer. It seems we'd timed it perfectly for a beer tasting that was on there, so we ended up staying longer than we expected and drinking more than we planned. It's hard to refuse free beer. We finally did manage to leave as we had to meet Andrew and Kevin in the Chip, but as you can imagine we were well lubricated by the time we arrived. It was very good to see Kevin again, and we all spoke about going on a lads trip down to the boat sometime. We carried on drinking in the Chip till closing time, though I have no recollection of taking the picture below of Colin leaning against railings that turned out to be a gate on the way home. The first pic is Colin, Andrew and Kevin, though Andrew isn't really as small as he looks in it. The second one is Colin drinking with his 'safety beer goggles' on.

Sadly, this is my last day in Scotland, though I don't think I could have survived the pace of drinking for much longer. I'm flying to London tonight, putting my pyjamas on and spending the night in lovely Stansted Airport, then getting up very early to catch a flight back to wonderful Copenhagen. I was trying to get down to Menorca, but the logistics of finding flights that connected with each other was a nightmare so I've given up on that idea for now.

My flight times are below...

From Prestwick Glasgow(PIK) to London Stansted(STN)
Tue, 12Nov02 Flight FR426 Depart PIK at 21:40 and arrive STN at 22:50

Flight GO401, Wednesday 13th November 2002
Departing London Stansted 07:15
Arriving Copenhagen Terminal 2 10:00

We recommend you check in at 05:15 (ha!)

Edinburgh

I managed to survive last night's ten hour drinking binge with Ged, and tried to be careful getting out of taxis. Tommorrow I'm meeting up with Kevin, so it'll probably happen all over again.

Liquid Lunches

I met Ged today for lunch, as he was working in the Glasgow office, but I was feeling pretty rough from being out with Colin and Andrew last night. It turned out to be a fairly liquid lunch, however, and so I had the pleasure of a double hangover this evening. I'm now in Edinburgh, staying with Ged over the weekend, and he appears to be planning a big night out tommorrow. The last time I went out drinking with Ged I fell out of a taxi.

I seem to have developed

I seem to have developed dog ears as whenever I go swimming they fill up
with water and it's days before I can hear anything again. I spend all my
time shouting at people and telling them to speak up. Today, I caught the
bus to Palma and enjoyed a lovely day in civilisation, but came back to
Porto Colom to find the boat rolling like mad in the bay. After a brief
session of bouncing around inside, I decided to seek refuge in a local bar
and took the dinghy ashore. It wasn't the roughest dinghy trip I've ever
had, but it was bad enough for a fish to jump out of the water and into the
boat to escape from the sea.

In the bar, however, I met a new chum, Lucas, an Argentinian (don't mention
the (Falklands) war!), who is unable to pronounce my name and instead calls
me Bernie. He told me many happy stories of typical days growing up in
Argentina; of being robbed at gunpoint for one dollar as a fifteen year-old.
Apparently, his car was stolen recently and having discovered who took it
he's off to kill the person tomorrow and hence was out celebrating tonight.
All in all it was enough excitement for one day, and so I'm about to climb
into bed and hang on all night to avoid being thrown onto the floor.
Goodnight.

I've been fairly hungover today

I've been fairly hungover today after dinner onboard another boat called Duva last night followed by too much wine. I was then woken up at 0700 as workmen decided to dig up part of the marina right next to the boat and earplugs and pillows over my head failed to keep the noise out.

We're suffering again today from

We're suffering again today from the chemicals that America puts into it's beer to stop you drinking too much. Chris and I went out to a club last night that would have been good if we were still into music from 1986 and the dj didn't talk across all the songs all the time.

We've been told the Dockwise are loading tomorrow afternoon, and the port is only about 3miles from here. At the moment we're getting everything onboard sorted up for the crossing, and we're due to fly back to London on Tuesday afternoon.

The Golden Monkey

Anyway, to continue the story... So we meet up & head out into town. We start to consume huge amounts of alcohol & pretty soon we are both having vision problems. Off to the Golden Monkey we go & continue our drinking session. We do some serious grooving to the dance music & as usual when out with Mark, drink far too much.

Out with Mark

So I’m driving along the Esplanade in town & someone flashes their lights as they pass me - it’s Mark, who I haven’t seen since the evening I left. We stop & decide that going out drinking on a Saturday night has to be done.