The Hogmanay One

The last day of the year. Just another day. I guess. It is the day in which you MUST celebrate and/or do something extra special. In order to do that though, you have to pay over the odds to go to the places that you would go to any other day of the year. Take the Cellar round the corner. It's a lovely place to go for a couple of glasses of wine. It's not all that expensive. Yet, they wanted to charge £100 each for a ticket to their Hogmanay evening. As we say in Scotland - I dinnae hink so.

It's the same the world over though, isn't it?


Even here in Dubai. No surprise there.

Instead, I am raging against the machine and staying home and having a BBQ outside on the balcony. Plus, I can see the aforementioned Cellar from the balcony and I can see their stage and light show whilst avoiding the crowds. Clever or stingy. You decide.

A few words about 2010, I guess:

An important year. There, I've said it. Actually, it's been remarkable on a number of different levels. The prospect of getting married next year is certainly the biggest thing I've ever, ever encountered. Not only the actual proposal - which in hindsight was a bit mental, but the fact that someone else that I'm not even related to might actually want to be with me. ME. A shock in itself. I'm still in a daze about it, even though that happened back in the Spring. I'm sure more will be mentioned on that in the next few months. It's definitely been a life changing event and let's face it, a bloody great happy one.

I'm not get too emotional at this stage.

I feel a list or something might be in order. I've not done that for a while but it's all the rage. Seemingly. Not that I care much for trends. I mean, I don't even have a twitter account or a Blackberry. I do have a Macbook though. Shame on me. It's good though.

OK, I'm not sure I can compile a music related list because I've kind of missed out on 'new' stuff this year. I've been fairly narrow in my choices this year. I really enjoyed the XX. That was a fantastic album. LCD's album has taken a bit of time to warm to me. I just have visions of the 1st album - the riotous nature of it all with that kind of 'unproduced' feel to it and I wanted all the subsequent albums to be like that. Of course, that is a silly thought. This new one is more 'grown up' and sounds more coherent. Perhaps not as groundbreaking but it definitely has it's high points. Daft Punk brought out something. Always a good thing, even if it was a soundtrack. Kitsune have continued to release some telling compilations. In fact, they are the only Cd's that I have consistently bought this year. I have Number 10 playing now and it's a very strong collection of songs. And a double CD to boot. Elsewhere, not really sure. Songs have come and gone and, for me, so have bands. Nothing has really 'stuck'.

Man of the year is not that Facebook dude that Time magazine selected. What a faff that was. There really is only one person that can claim to be - that is, apart from my goodself. And that would be the bloke behind Wikileaks. Whether or not he was right or wrong is a personal opinion. The fact that he did and in the manner he did was nothing short of revolutionary. Gone are the days of sword fights, demonstrating on the streets etc, the new battlefield is the internet. He has opened that to general public and at the very least, he has opened peoples eyes to what on earth is going on. Whether it's true or not is almost a secondary consideration. The fact is, the information on view does raise a mountain of questions and if Mr X in the street has actually have stopped and thought 'hold on, that's not good' then job done. It's interesting that the real 'enemies' are the ones who have urged others to assassinate him or suggest he has blood on his hands. What a nonsense. I hope it continues and I hope that it makes people question things more readily.

I haven't got anymore lists at the moment. How pathetic. Perhaps next year I'll have more time to make lists. After all, that's what separate us from the others.

Happy New Year.

The Christmas One

Yes, the Christmas one.

Alas, it was one in which I woke up non-fatigued and 100% not hungover. A small miracle of sorts. I do recall a Christmas Eve out in downtown Cheonan a few years ago in which a bunch of us guys played 'golf'. Yes, golf in numerous bars. It was a great night, I think but my goodness did we drink. The very next day was messy to say the least. I seem to recall the Christmas Eve before that at Woolly Boolly and being particularly ill the next day. Shocking what you do when you're young.

Christmas though this year was the same, but different. Home with snow outside and a certainly lady staying for her first Christmas in Edinburgh. I enjoyed it. Whether she did is another matter!

The day was totally fine. Eating mostly and to be honest, not too much drinking. A little bit TV as well. The Royle Family was excellent in parts. I was never a fan of it but since I saw the Christmas edition last year, I knew I had to watch this years. Beside, nothing else was on, was it?

And that was that. Nice.

The Birthday One

Yes, the birthday one.

Another year down and I find myself hurtling towards early mid-30's. Goodness, what a terrible thing to type. Time alas, does not run backwards only forwards. This time however, I was home and surrounded by snow. That is quite uncommon actually. The bit about snow that is. It's tended not to snow on my birthday which is surprising.

I was out for lunch in the town centre which was lovely, followed by a trip to the old style sweetie shop round the corner. All those old sweeties that you used to have when you were young were there. Everything. And all in those old style jars. Then, down to the best man's new hoose and a visit to see him and his new addition. Back up the toon and to the Christmas market, followed by a whirl on the big wheel. And my god, it is a big wheel. And a bloody cold one at that. On the first revolution we were stuck right at the top, presumably to let people far down below off and new people on. I should have been marveling at the view. Instead, I was shivering. It was baltic, with a strong cold wind blowing. The rest of the ride was a bit of a let down purely because I was so cold.

And what do you do if you are freezing cold?

Have mulled wine!

Just one glass however.

For dinner it was tapas then after that, more drinks. We went to the local pub round the corner from my folks home to find it totally packed and totally full of 15 year olds. When I say 15 year olds, it's not just a figure of speech, everyone was 15 years old. Now, it could just be my age but it really wasn't. One wee guy in front of me at the bar could not have been even 15. He had a 'passport' for ID but no way was he 18. Never in a month of Sunday's. All very surprising particularly as it was the busiest I've ever seen this pub in my life and I've been going there since I was 18 myself.

But, I had to get home just in case Santa came to visit.

Anti

There are days in which you just can't be bothered waking up. Today was this day.

Unable to sleep for most of the night, and needing to return to work after holidays. A very bad combination. I did manage to drag myself out of bed and into the shower. And even to the office but when passing the threshold into the office, I found myself becoming increasing miserable. Wishing I was elsewhere, that's for sure. As the day went along, the office phone rang a few times but I just couldn't muster myself to answer it. It would only have been people wanting to give me stress and frankly, I could live without the irritation of it. 100+ E-mails in my inbox didn't really help either. That's what I get for going on holiday.

When it was the end of the day, I was delighted. Out that door. To console myself, I went out and bought a 42 inch TV for the apartment. It wasn't a spur of the moment thing I must say but it did make me feel a bit better. It's huge. But, with the living room we have, it looks totally fine and not out of place as some large TV's do. Looking forward to watching it!

Damn

The big, new, glossy Terminal 3 at Dubai International Airport was meant to signal the end of queuing and make the process of arriving and departing Dubai an enjoyable experience. The size meant that it could cope with the projected increase in passengers exiting and entering Dubai. On the evidence of yesterday, that isn't the case.

All was well until we hit Immigration. Big queues. Massive in fact. There are 50+ desks for staff to sit at in order to process everyone coming in. Where even half of them open? No. Hardly any were open and at each one that was open the queues were very long. They were all of similar length as well. It was a case of pick one and wait. And wait we did. Over 40 minutes to get through. At 1 am in the morning. Not great. Not great for Emirates as well given that Terminal 3 is exclusively used by them. Why aren't more people on duty when they know when the busy periods are? It's silly. In fairness, the little dude at the desk was relatively friendly. Goodness knows why given the amount of people he would have to see.

Anyway, finally we departed the airport and finally we got 'home'.

Hazard

And that was the end of the trip home. 2 weeks just flying by as it frequently does. Woke up early to find that there had been a further 2 or 3 inches of snow. Urgh. Not great given that we have to drive 50 miles or something through it to get to Glasgow airport. Needless to say, the initial part of the journey was slow. The roads were quiet but they are also hilly and with a number of bends and twists. Thankfully, they were passed with the minimum of fuss. As we continued, the snow turned into rain and that made things a bit easier and indeed, we got to the airport with plenty of time to spare.

The flight itself was mostly OK. It did get a bit bumpy when we were flying over the North Sea towards Europe. That was the first time that had happened. So, for my dinner, I thought I'd have some wine, some lemonade and some tea. Not in the same cup, but in quick succession. Big mistake. Due to the way in which the cabin crew collect all the empty plates, people had already got up and started queuing for the bathroom. I had to go however but found 4 people infront of me. I knew that I had to keep moving. If I stayed in a queue, things might not turn out so well if you catch my drift. So, I bypassed the toilets closest to me and went down the plane to the next set. There was a queue there too. Again, I had to keep moving. More toilets were spotted right at the back of the plane and it seemed that there was no queue. I made a beeline for them. Well, I went as quickly as I could given that I was on a plane. Thankfully, the toilet was empty and in I went. I locked the door and went about my business. It was a wonderful feeling. Truly wonderful, despite the plane hitting a bit of turbulance forcing me to realign my stance somewhat. I didn't care. I had made it.

The rest of the flight was a breeze. Getting through Immigration was not.

Christmas

Oh and the Christmas Edition will be posted in due course as well.

Merry Christmas though!