Stu's Rusty Bucket

Friday, January 30, 2004

No phoneing home.

Whoop. Phone is take care of. Cancellation date is 10th February.
one less thing to do now.

With an Ali-G aiiiiiiiiiii

Well its time to leave work. hmm will need to write a trailjournals.com entry as well. Got one percolating in my brain all day.

Had hiking on the brain all day. All this crunching around in the cold permafrost and solid iced up snow on londons streets. The squishy noise of compacting snow… it makes me what to get right out there NOW with pack on!!

Two weeks of work as of today. My replacement has been found and I will babysit him for a week as handover. That will be fun. At least he knows lots more than my last apprentice so.....
Work should be in good hands at least.

My package still has not arrived in Saudi Arabia.. doh! This is twice something has not arrived over there… Lisa must think i send phantom packages!!! ohwell.. the post office/royal mail is the same the world over eh!

Hopefully tomorow/this weekend, I will get to the Natural History museum.. or meet up with deb and have a drink fest before I leave london.. Not a lot for me left to do and see in the two weekends before I go… Slowly parring museums down off my list....

And here is some wisdom from my fav band, Weddings, Parties, Anything.

I know you, I know your ways,
And yes, I hear the things you say,
But what you say and what you do
Are worlds apart, when you go…

You are so unreal, you’re so piecemeal,
You always say just what you feel.
But what you feel and what occurs
Are worlds apart, when you go…

There is something in us all that makes somebody want to help,
But you’re no good to the world when you’re no good to yourself,
You’re not sure if you even care, you’re neither left or right,
You’re just up in the air, you are…

Tilting at Windmills,
Chasing a dream through greenfields,
I lose track of your ideals,
I cannot keep up with you.