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December 31, 2007

Hogmanay 2008

This is going to be interesting. Hogmanay english styley!

Hmnnn. I suppose in many ways I'm a bit sad not to be back in Scotland for Hogmanay though I've not been there for the last couple of years, it's one of the few times I do find myself thinking of being back there. I must've gone about 10 years on the trot to the festivities in Princess Street in Edinburgh. It's a lot of fun. The Ozzies and Kiwis are usually first to party as their New Year back home for them kicks in about mid-day U.K. time, then it's one long party into New Year from there. There's always loads of tourists, loads of Japanese tourists with their cameras at the ready, loads of Neds causing mayhem running up and down the streets, the ubiquitous mother pushing her pram (hey missus, your waine needs to be in bed), and the lines of police women (ready to be kissed!).

I've many fond memories of New Year's celebrations in the capital, especially those up on the Tron before they moved everyone down to Princess Street and it all got so commercial. Counting down the bells under the Tron Kirk; the girls pee-ing up the close as there was no porta-loos back then; the lads dancing on the top of the bus shelter; the girl that climbed up there too, and, as everyone screamed on encouragement, made one lad very, very happy; the hoards of the year over 500,000 people packed into Princess Street; the waterfall effect of the fireworks; the year you couldn't see any fireworks as the smoke was all blown into the crowds; the bands playing down at the foot of the castle; the couple who brought out their best champagne flutes with their bottle of bubbly; the year we didn't get access tickets so had to be inside the barriers before they closed them; the time my friend tried to kiss me after smoking the biggest cigar (yuck!); lock jaw from all the kissing; the year the ambulance tried to get into Princess Street as the crowd had pushed in one of the shop windows badly injuring someone; the scrummage of trying to leave; and of course the Millennium celebrations at the turn of the Century.

But this year I'm down here, miles from it all. I see the film after the bells at 12.10am is Point Break. Jeez, I hope I'll be doing something more exciting than watching TV at that time of the morning. I remember the first New Year I had here. It got to 12.15 am and people started going home. I was like "what !???!". I'd been staying out visiting friends and partying till 6 or 7am up until then. 15 minutes they lasted here. I'm sure its not the same here, least the flatmate seems to like to party and thankfully she's talking about going out this year.

So, I'll keep my wee fingers crossed it's a good new year.

My horoscope for 2008 tells me that on the 20th of January Pluto is finally leaving my sign after 13 years of oppressing my ability to form lasting relationships. Apparently I'm supposed to settle down next year. Not before time.

Wisdom of the East (present from my sister):
True knowledge is the knowledge of our own nature.

Know yourself.

- Swami Vivekananda

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December 28, 2007

Xmas mutterings

Well, it's all over bar the 4.5 hour train ride back south, which, thanks to free train internet, gives me a chance to catch up on my blog mutterings.

Let's see....

Xmas at home has mostly been the same for years, least when I've been there and not on the other side of the planet doing yoga. My sister's been cooking for Xmas day since I can remember, pretty much since my nephew was born as he's always wanted to be at home for Xmas so Santa knows where to leave all his presents. There's the usual turkey (which was small enough to fit inside the over - one year it was so big it wouldn't fit inside my sister's oven!) with all the trimmings, too much food by far, and dare I say it, too much vino-collapso too. Thankfully the arguments over what to watch on the goggle-box are long gone, though for a change I actually ventured down with my parents to my brother's house xmas morning. Have a brother that I shared a room with for 16 years taught me a lot, and unfortunately built up quite an impressively high barrier between the pair of us, but following his recent trip down to the big city, small chips into that wall are being made. There's a long way to go, but atleast I can stand being in his company for a morning or so, a huge improvement on how I used to feel being around him again. I'm sure every sibling has a rough time with their older brothers and sisters, and I'm not about to get into that debate of whether the eldest or youngest (as I am) has the easiest time of it all, suffice to say that I never really got on with my brother during the formative years, and it's a real shame as we've little if anything other than our lineage in common now. It was also a surprise to be told that my sister never really got on with him either, huh! How'd that pass me by I'll never know.

One thing that always comes up at this time of year, especially as both my brother and sister have family of their own, is how much I miss having someone of my own to share xmas and all other times with. It's top of the list of things to manifest in 2008 - a new girlfriend. I'll be reactivating that online dating agency account in the New Year as planned so I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I might find someone nice in the Xmas sales!

As far as yoga's gone over the xmas period, well, I haven't really done anything though I did make an effort to sit on the floor as often as I could and work on my hips when watching the umpteenth Bond film. I must say I was kinda disappointed with Casino Royale, though it's kinda obvious why the fairer sex might find the film quite appealing.

Anyways, I guess it's time to start to reinsert myself back into the grid of life. It's been real nice to be back home, but as ever, the warm, safe, bubble of existence there can't last forever.

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December 22, 2007

Holiday day 1. Bored already????

First day out of the shala, no practice today and a house full of Xbox360 playing friends last night, fajitas, booze, champagne lunches and St Pancras station.

Woo that was a bit of a mind dump. Not surprising though seeing as how I did that thing that I can't do when I'm getting up at 5am each morning. Yup, I stayed up ridiculously late, or should that be early. I can't remember the last time I stayed awake to 2.30am, jeez, has it been that long, but this morning, I know why. Blocked nose, stuffy head, dry mouth. Yuck.

I visited St Pancras yesterday with the flatmate for a wee jolly to the world's longest Champagne bar. It was great fun, though a little disappointing. The place is literally huge, running along nearly the length of the Eurostar platform, a train actually came in as we were sitting there. St Pancras itself, with it's stunning roof, massive clock and statue is just amazing. Getting there on a bright day lit the place up no end, though the bar itself didn't have a very xmassy vibe to it. Oh, and it's outside, so everyone, including the Bavarian bar staff, were all wrapped up well. The selection of champagne's as long as your arm, with prices from $14 to $1400, oh and the supersize bottle (what's bigger than a magnum, that one) coming in at a rediculous $10, 000. You'd think with prices like this they'd manage to get their credit card payment system working. Err no. One irate customer, having waited 20 minutes for the system to come back had to leave else he'd miss his train. Free champers for him, then! Still, it was nice to sit and people watch, talk about the 4-5 months we've shared together, plans for Xmas, New Year of course, bits and pieces about yoga (it always crops up) and general chit chat. Seems my flatmate's mum's emigrating down under, so there's some tough times ahead.

Today I've little planned to fill my day. Breakfast once I've finished here, off into town to pick up my yoga mat bag, haircut, and a wee wander back through town. I don't drink tea or coffee (never have) but I've taken to dropping into to places for some hot chocolate, something I've never really done before when out walking. It's actually really nice to just take a load off and sit for a while.

Ok, time for some brekkie.....

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December 21, 2007

Amazing things...

I didn't have the best of practices to finish of the year at the shala this morning but there was a couple of funny things that happened. I wasn't in at the usual time opting instead to take a long lie and go for a much later starting slot. I guess I overslept a bit as I was a bit stiff down my back and my left wrist's hurting a bit.

Ever been adjusted by a pregnant woman? Nope, me neither until this morning. Wow! In downward dog I got this totally unbelievable adjust on my shoulders which opened up way more than they ever have when getting help. From where I was I couldn't really tell if the adjuster was using her knees in the top of my traps or just letting her body weight, including the bump, rest on my back, but it was totally brilliant, apart from the fact that it was most unexpected to say the least.

The other strange thing that happened was that I saw one of the women who's normally arriving as I'm leaving the shala practice. Of course, when I say 'saw' it's only the stuff I could see in my peripheral vision, I wasn't really paying that much attention. What I had seen of her before, y'know we've all seen these girls in class who limber up by doing box splits, not the easy ones, the sideways ones, well, she's one of those, real super supple type. I guessed a dancer of some description. Anyways, the funny thing was that she stopped practicing after Triang Mukkaikapada Paschimottanasana, and she looked like she was sailing through till then. Of course my head, not knowing why, and to be frank it's not really my business why she stopped there, but, y'know how the brain goes, it just fills in the blanks by making stuff up. It found my wee brain finding it hard to believe someone that supple would come to practice every morning only to go so far through. Wow. And she's not the only one.

I guess it comes down to the bhujapidasana thing. In many ways I kinda hoped I would've got beyond it by the end of the year, and well, it seems I'm going to be in the same place at the start of next year now. It's 4 months now, which I know it's long, but the feelings it's bringing up aren't very good. Patience, something I'm learning to find one day at a time, and not doing a very good job at it either. So seeing yoginis like this, come in, practice, stop, and go about there day, well, it kinda puts me in my place, quietens the mind a bit and gets me just to breath. The time will come when progress will be made.

But of course it already is. Mari D, which I think's my main reason for staying where I am in the practice (teacher still has to be in quite a bit of effort to get me to bind), is well, feeling easier, albeit only barely. Binds and folds are more secure and deeper. Breath, well, it's still there, thankfully. Backbends come and go, but generally I'm happier here than with anything else in my practice. And I'm still enjoying myself immensely, which at the end of the day's the main thing. Ok, after all the citta vrtta stuff and that.

Anyhooo. This probably the last post for a while as I'm going offline for a while until I get back within the internet zone. So as the saying goes....

Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year.

Oh, yeah, and as it said on the bottom of the shala notice board this morning.....

PRACTICE!!!

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December 20, 2007

Ahhh, my work is done....

So the day comes to an end and I find myself looking at a piece of art that came out of my head and through my fingers down and into the development environment at which I've sat for the last 7 months. But today, of all days, I find that my work's complete, well, ok, more finished than it's ever been, but still a few cracks under the surface. And to look at it for a milli-second and think, yup, there's not much left here to do to make it any better, and I know I've crossed over the 95% complete zone and into the 'done' zone. It's finally a relief off my shoulders.

And class this morning was a joy too. It took a little to get going but once into the final stretch it was actually fun. Bhujapidasana was sooooo nice I actually did it twice just to make sure that the joy in the first attempt was for real. It's rounding up to be a great end to the year....

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December 19, 2007

Can you go further over?

...the adjuster asked me after helping me get my shoulders further open in Prasrrita C. Yeah, I said, you can take me a lot further, I'm a bit springy. There's no pain there. I can get squished in quite a lot further but once the weight, the pressure comes off I just pop back out again. The adjuster wanted to have another go but I'm like, hey, what's the rush, let's leave it to tomorrow. Swell.

It's turning a tad cold here now and after I nearly missed the train this morning I can feel that S.A.D stuff kicking in. I'm lucky to see about 10 minutes worth of daylight these days, when I get to meander back to the underground on my way from the studio to work. Friday can't come soon enough so I can get outside for some daylight, though I think the forecast here's for rain. One day left at work this year. I sometimes forget I've only done 6-7 months of work this year, but it feels like I've done a lot more. I keep thinking about plans for next year and how to structure my life. There's changes a foot here for sure.

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December 18, 2007

How big is your head?

I started xmas shopping tonight, got half way round the department store when this delightful little old dear grabs my arm and says "How big's your head". Err, excuse me? Oh for the hat? She was carrying a cap, perhaps for her husband, or even her fancy man. Well, who says 80 year olds can't have some fun!

Well, let me try it on for you.

Eaakkk, it's a bit small (or I've a massive head). Let's try the medium. Well, that's not much better.

Y'know you can always bring it back if it doesn't fit your man's head.

"Oh I just wanted to get the right one!". Yeah. Don't we all.

So the applications up and running in the store. I even used it to by a xmas present which was quite fun. The assistant asked me if I'd used the kiosk before. I didn't have the heart to steal her sale's pitch by telling her I'd been working on the app for the last 7 months. Thankfully the sale all went smoothly, I even thought it ran quicker than in the lab, which is always good. Another satisfied customer.

On the yoga front I was glad to get back into the shala following the teacher training weekend. It was a long trip back up to Callander, but great to meet this year's scottish trainees and work with them a little bit, especially as it was a residential weekend we all got to hang a bit and talk. For many it was the first time they'd done 2 ashtanga practices over 2 days and a lot of what they said reminded me of what I was like when I was faced with that particular challenge. 'Stiff as a board' seemed to be a favourite phrase on Sunday morning. Ha, happy memories.

So it's the final push towards Xmas. 3 days at the J.O.B and the day off on Friday to start the long unwind. Just arranged with the flatmate to go somewhere special to have a wee celebration of our own. Yippee. Roll on the festivities!

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December 14, 2007

Big night oot in Glesga !

I'm back in Glasgow, here for a yoga weekend with the teacher training school. The school are taking the students off site for the weekend and asked me along to help out due to the numbers.

When I arrived here last night the first thing that struck me was how quiet this place is compared to the big smoke. Jeez, you can actually get across the road as there's real gaps in the traffic. Like EMPTY spaces! And there's loads of room on the pavements to walk freely. Heck there's even enough room for a temporary festive Pub complete with Beatles tribute band, 3 guys and a sax - well it is Glasgow after all.

Then there's the lingo.

"Maaaa, furfuckssake watch ooot for that car, ya fannny!"

Hey and people actually talk in English here. I haven't heard any Polish, French or Russian here at all. Ok, not yet, I guess they're still working.

In the evening the Flow Teacher invited me along to her friends bar opening. I'd never been to one of these things before, y'know where there's free alcohol, everyone's fabulously dressed, there's naked girls with real intricate tattoos pictured all over the walls, the male waiters are all in heels and multi colored silk Kimono's, the Sushi's being freshly prepared (and tastes exquisite) over the dj bar, and there's a 7.5 foot transvestite in pole dancer platforms and a red bondage suit greeting people at the door. "Hen, yer hubby must be like 8 fit tall". There's a girl cat-walking back and forward in front of a video camera man. You work it.

Not my usual sort of crowd for a Thursday night.

"I love coming to these places to people watch", I overheard a girl say. Yeah, that's because it's 90% female, all fantastically stunning, all baying up to the photographer and seething with rage at each other behind pearly white teeth. How can that b*tch get away with that short skirt! Yaaaa! There's so much estrogen here you can cut it with a knife (and some already have, if you follow). Girls here on their own would stop a heard of rhinos in any bar, real head turners, but put them all in a confined space and they're just another pretty face in the crowd. Oh apart from you, jeezzzzzzooo!. There's even one or two minor local celebs here. And of course my friends are getting minor evils as they've snagged the hottest bedside table accessory around this place - a man! There's one girl here who's skirt's so darn short she's having to dangle both hands over her lap to cover herself as she sits there. I can see the bitchy stares towards the guy with the great legs. He can walk better in his 4" heels than you can!

Ha, this place is soooooo funny.

I got offered a drink from a stunning blond, a radio presenter I think. Hmnn, wonder if that'd happen if the drinks weren't free? Lychee daquari. Oh lordy. I actually said the phrase.... 'No thanks, I've just come from a yoga class, I'm trying to ground myself in here' and made a sweeping hand gesture from head to foot.

Ha, what rubbish ;>

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December 12, 2007

Now the fuss is all over

the real work begins...

The software's gone life at the department store that styles the nation. Jings, that's 2 of my 'kids' that this place is running now. Well, not that I'd call 2 terminals a lot of software when there's over 5000 terminals running to POS application. Still, it's been a great effort by a lot of people to get the thing out the door, albeit a bit on the bug-heavy side. After about 4 hours of operation apparently someone had already discovered the path to the Not Implemented Yet view. Oops. Not cool. Now that it's live, of course, all the other little odds and sods of defects are suddenly way more important. :<

Today I had a real struggle with the start of another cold, my second within a month. I should've seen the signs with all the students sniffling away at the weekend but instead of breaking out the good stuff before hand I've waited too long at the cold's already upon me. Hindsight's always 20/20 I know but I should've been a bit careful and looked after myself better.

Just found out today that the Humous wrap I've been eating every other day from the Work canteen has 30g of FAT in it. Jings, no wonder Mari-D's been getting harder and harder, that's almost 1/3 of my daily allowance in 2 gulps!!!

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December 11, 2007

Yoga does what?

I've been at the shala now for little over 4 and a bit months and this morning I quite literally kicked the bucket!

I get into class just as the first of the super-early practitioners, those that make it in for the chant, are winding up their practice. I've been getting placed in different parts of the room the last couple of days, which doesn't bother me so much, but what's been happening lately is that the shala gets super busy just at the point where I'm getting ready for finishing myself. More often than not there's a space for finishing or a practitioner whose just started their practice so we can swap. Today it was a bit busier so I was left to finish in the main shala, something I'm none to found of doing - all that downward spiralling energy and the likes. Plus, let's face it, you can't exactly miss bits out and sneak off early into savasana!

During finishing however I managed to not once, but twice, clatter the plastic bucket at the foot of the pillar just inside the entrance. It made a heck of a din, though probably only to me as I was right beside it. The roll over chakrasana I bailed out early across one of my ears as I contacted with my leading foot. Oops. Strikes 1 and 2.

Then, later, when I'd finally secured a spot for a quick sleep, err, I mean savasana, and I went into the changing area to change, I noticed that the mugs in the shala match the colour of the studio logo. Then it dawned on me I'd seen these guys pretty much every day for the last couple of weeks (I go for some water after practice but only really to stop the peals of hunger in my belly when travelling to work) and I realised it hadn't registered on my wee brain what the mugs said on their sides.

YOGA KILLS YOU

Maybe one asana at a time!!!

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December 10, 2007

Ceilidh pics

Just a few snaps from the party, see if you spot anyone you know...

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December 9, 2007

Like xmas tree lights sparkling on

It's been a long weekend. I seem to have been constantly on the go since around 4pm Friday evening. It's all been a bit of a blast, but now I'm on the other side lying here tapping away on the keyboard, I'm a bit pooped.

Let's see. As for the shala xmas party... well, as afar as celeidh's go I fair enjoyed myself. The guy calling all the steps in the dances had a fair turn of wit about him which kept everyone entertained, and with the band kept everything zipping along at quite a pace. As usual it all got a bit hot and sweaty, and the break for a bite to eat was a welcome respite. Jeez, the food was just great, even a wee cup of the bubbly stuff thrown in to boot. And, yeah, it was great to see the teacher throwing himself around the room with much abandon. Nice one. The train journey back following the end of the shala party was a bit eventful. As always with one of the last trains of an evening it was packed to the seams. People were shouting and pushing, 'there's plenty of room back there!'. Yeah, that's because some drunk girl's just been sick everywhere and apparently the stench was incredible though I couldn't tell. Two girls beside me were almost trying to climb out the drop down window vents it was so bad for them. Across the passageway another women, dressed in what looked like a bin bag of a plastic outfit, was so out of it she could hardly hold her head up, though her 'date', who'd picked her up from the station (quite literally I fear), was thankfully looking after her.

After 6 hours sleep I rushed over to the last of this year's teacher training courses down here. It's great to see the students come together each month and see the progress their both making as student in this course and hear of their exploits back with their own teachers. Most of them have found a class they can assist in and to hear them talk of their feelings of trepidation at beginning to adjust in class ring all to familiar with my own thoughts when I started down this path too. With only a couple of months left until graduation, and the home stretch looming round the final bend, its good to see the wee lights of recognition coming on in each of them as the pieces of the yoga puzzle start to fall in to places. Recollections that they didn't quite understand from the earlier part of the course are now making more sense and the students, especially the quieter class members, are now starting to voice their own opinions and theories on different subjects as the grow into the teachers they will inevitably become. It's a privilege to have a ring side seat to watch all this happen.

On a personal level I learnt quite a lot this weekend. I ballsed up quite a few of my adjustments during the morning practice, especially with one student, but when I went over to talk about it (ok I wanted to apologise) she beat me to it by saying sorry for losing her balance. We had a good laugh as we'd both thought it'd had been our own fault and agreed that we'd both learnt something from the experience (that particular adjustment's probably better from the back instead of the front). We spent a lot of time talking over lunch, about adjusting, practice and class in the city. Seems she's been thinking of coming down to the shala so I was happy to tell her all I could of my own experiences there. No doubt it's going to be even busier in the New Year!

In the evening nearly all the students travel back to their homes though the course tutors tend to stay on in the conference center. One of the students stayed over for a change so we had a long conversation about Mysore and practicing there, about getting out there, the shala, how you go about your day, the usual 600 newbie questions. Her gentle prodding for information reminded me a lot of the way I was before I went out to Mysore for the first time, so full of fascination for the place, and the setup across there. It's a nice way to spend some time of a winter's evening sitting telling stories of the place. To think it's almost a year since I arrived there last time, and 3 years since I first went. No prizes what my new year resolution's going to be this year.

This afternoon's class was on NLP, neuro linguistic programming, which is always great to listen to. It's a strong application within a teacher's toolkit for getting the message across and in many ways as a beneficial tool for dealing with life's ups and downs as and when they arise. More lights blinking on me thinks.

In some households it's going to be a great festive season.

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December 7, 2007

Flatmate blooper

I was talking to the flat mate last night telling her about the plans for the weekend. I told her the yoga shala's xmas 'do' was on and that it was hosting a celeidh which I had to inform her revolved around a bunch of dancing to fiddle, accordian and drums, the odd piper, and men wearing Kilts not skirts - there is a difference. After telling her about the old adage that a true scotsman never wears anything under his kilt (commando style). I went on to explain about the different types of dance patterns and steps to which she retorts...

"You dont' do that do you?"

Err, do bears to the proverbial in the woods?

"Yeah, we get it taught in the first year at Secondary School (11 years +)"

"What, everyone?".

Errr, ya! Comes in handy for weddings now and again, though I'm sad to say I don't actually own a kilt, oh, and for the odd yoga shala bash. Bring it on!!!

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December 5, 2007

Question time

A funny thing happened at practice this morning, when I eventually got there. I was half expecting a really painful practice as it's been a while since I've strung a couple of practices together, and especially after being locked into a plane seat for over 7 hours two days before, so I was pleasantly surprised when practice went along quite swimmingly (whatever that means). Suffice to say I fair enjoyed myself. Hamstrings didn't complain too much and generally things felt quite open. Backbends were nice too as teacher got me into it further than I think I've been before. Nice. I've started to wear a singlet top, apart from the fact I was actually cooling down mid-practice, it's helping keep up a decent sweat. Yeah, I know that the heat should come from the breath and all, but lately I've found the little external help beneficial.

Tomorrow I've been invited to the launch of the software for the major Department Store that's styling the nation, but to be honest even after 9 months of hard graft, I think I would be a bit hypocritical of me to be in the same space as the management team who's approach to this project I haven't exactly seen eye-to-eye with of late. Thankfully I've been left with a bit of a quagmire with the code as the developer finishing off the project didn't really understand what's what with the designs I'd laid down, so that'll keep me away from all the pompom hurling. The comment about 'being on hand to answer any questions' on the invite I translated as 'carry the can when things go tits-up', but perhaps I'm being somewhat negative (as usual). It's always nice when software you write gets an airing, albeit a bit prematurely in this case. If I get a gift card for xmas from anyone I might just flip!

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December 3, 2007

Home

back in to the 'real world' where it's surprisingly sunny with a nice crisp freshness to the air. I'm so zonked I feel like I've taken something I shouldn't. If I can make it through the next couple of hours without falling asleep on sofa and dribbling down my face I'll be highly surprised!

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December 2, 2007

Train

Homeward bound. I wish I was ? Well, not so sure.

It's been a funny little trip. Lots of time to be by myself yet within shouting distance of my friends, like being at a party but being in the hall talking with friends rather than in the Kitchen where all the best parties are.

Last night was great. The cafe played host to one of the employees and his friends who played 2 pretty darn good sets of music. The place was packed, which is always good news for my friend, and the atmosphere was really nicely laid back and friendly. I even got introduced to 'Golden Promise', a scottish beer from Caledonian Breweries, whose building I used to pass when I worked in Edinburgh. Seemed a little strange to come so far, in space and time, to be introduced to something from back home.

So there's the joys of a 7.5hour flight back home and the re-insertion back into the matrix of life in the big city. It's been great to kick back and spend 2 hours each day just reading the paper, and not worry about deadlines for a while. But having said that I'm looking forward to getting back into practice albeit it for only a little while before the xmas break.

It's been nice to be quiet for a while and just listen to the music.

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