I just got back from an idyllic weekend up north with friends and I still can’t handle reading the interweb, or even thinking much about what the hell is going on. So instead I will tell you what I learned far, far away from WiFi and mobile reception.*
- The Spanish can turn a phrase like none other.
ME CAGO EN LA LECHE! - The Shim Sham can (and should) be done to nearly anything with a beat, but most importantly, Gwen Stefani’s ‘Rich Girl’.
- The cure for a hangover is the top of a hill and a Tunnock’s Caramel Wafer. The jury is out on whether or not hail also helps.
- Every body of water in Scotland is warmer than Lake Baikal is in December, and this is how I convince myself I absolutely must get in when given the chance.
- Midges are some kind of award-winning level of awful. (But they’re still better than Nigel Farage.)
- Economies of scale are for real. I still can’t believe how little we paid for the amount of food and booze we consumed. I guess this highlights one of the only downsides of living alone. More big, communal dinners, please!
- Watching beer freeze instantly upon opening is better than watching probably 95% of what’s on television these days.
- 3.30am is a fine time for a walk. I recommend you bring a bottle of port, too.
- Three words: Slow. Motion. Video.
- This country. Let me tell you. In any light or weather, at every time of day. Scotland is beautiful.
*Note that this is not nearly an exhaustive list.
I wish we didn’t have to leave our paradise as soon as we did.
Worth a look.
HOWEVER. I think my next project will be creating some regular forms of escape for the wider population. If everyone had weekends like we just had – even once a year – the world would be a nicer place.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go back to not reading the interweb for a while.
I suggest you do the same.
Don’t make us go home.
