Vansinnig mjölk

Still on the search for palatable chocolate milk (raised as I was on the highly excellent Farmers’ Union Classic Chocolate, nothing on this side of the world has proven a viable substitute). In the Swedish supermarket I spotted this moderately amusingly named variety, and decided it was Sweden’s turn in …

Sfsg

Here we are, set up at our excellet apartment in Åre. So far we’ve done a fair portion of remarking about how cold it is (-16 C), had an excellent dinner (Thai chicken curry – thanks johan & yoyo), and marveled at the diagrammatic accuracy on Swedish milk cartons. Snowboarding …

Yoink? Where’s my Danish…

Now, why would anyone in their right mind go to Scandinavia for a “lads’ weekend”?  When any occasion is prefixed with “lads’”, it is transformed into a vision of a scabby darkened room where a bunch of boisterous blokes pissed on whatever third-rate warm swill that happens to be for …

Why am I not surprised?

This could be interesting. Am en route to Dublin for work today – I love an early flight. The first part of the plan came off ok: the waking up at 6:30 bit. Getting to Victoria station was straightforward. Getting the quarter-hourly Gatwick Express? Am not sure whether it’s Sod’s …

Looking for the white rabbit

It has to be said – relaxing in a classy hotel room is wayyyy better than dragging one’s sorry exhausted arse through cattle-class flights & unfriendly airports. Presently I’m sitting in our loungeroom at the Trump International Tower, looking out across Downtown and over into the mountains. Our room is …

Concourse blogging

G’day thrillseekers! You can tell when I’m bored when I start blogging things as I’m actually doing them.  In a fit of disastrous forward planning, I’ve got 6 hours to kill in Dulles Washington Airport, on my way to Las Vegas.  It hasn’t taken long to ascertain that Dulles is …

Rrrrrock et rrroll!

It’s not as often as I’d like that I get the chance to do a random quick dash out to Europe based on a wafer-thin premise, however Big Pete’s insistence that we go to an Iron Maiden gig provided just that impetus! Admittedly we could have gone to Twickenham, but …