Let me take you far away. You would like a holiday.

Posted on March 13, 2007
Filed Under Football, Life, Music, Work |

Bet you thought that Klaus Meine had taken over my blog. I can assure you he hasn’t. I can also pretty much assure myself that the sound of tumbleweed coming through your PC speakers is deafening just now. I’m a heavy metal kid of the Thatcher generation. Forgive me my 80’s metal references.

I don’t half talk shite sometimes. I am referring to the fact that myself and my wife are in the process of sorting out a holiday for the period in between jobs. Although my employment with the Halifax officially ends on the 25th, due to accrued holidays I can in fact leave on the 19th (although I am still officially employed until the 25th so I’d best behave myself). As a result of this, we plan to take a jaunt up to the North of Scotland for 4 or 5 nights.

Having lived all of my life here, it seems odd that I have seen so little of this majestic country. The highlands are almost entirely a mystery to me and I am looking forward to taking in the views and relaxing. The plan is to rent a small cottage and spend the days visiting such famed tourist attractions as Eilean Donan Castle, the Glenfinnan Monument and the Culloden battlefield. Whilst some of this may seem like we have a Jacobite fixation I can assure you that this is purely coincidental. It’s a week or more until we go yet though so we’ve got time to plan out our route.

In other news, I’ve decided not to renew my Hearts season ticket next season. The whole situation at Tynecastle has become ridiculous and I refuse to finance it any further. I have however been seeking out alternatives and have discovered that my love of non-league and junior football (junior football in Scotland is semi-professional as opposed to boys/youth), nurtured by going to a junior match every week with my Grandad when I was a teenager, is still very much alive.

I spent Saturday watching Spartans (whom I have decided to support from next season) lose to Craigroyston and was immediately transported back 14 years to the days of watching football in a dilapidated old ground in front of a small number of supporters, many of them dogs. Magic. It’s what football is all about. I also had a particularly lumpy cup of bovril provided by a scruffy looking club ‘official’. Oh the charm of it.

Thursday sees me travelling to Glasgow to attend the advance listening party for the new Marillion album ‘Somewhere Else’. As usual I expect to meet up with some good Marillo-mates and have many a pint. Friday will I’m sure be a bit of a jaded day.

Anyway, back to work.

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