<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:34:13.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's life about</title><subtitle type='html'>What is life about.  Everyone's always sayin that's the big question, but is it really.  Who cares what it all means, sometimes it's good sometimes it's a bitch.  But whatever you do, make the most of it, and don't let go of the things that mean the most to you, cause they're what life's all about.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109994188487828097</id><published>2004-11-08T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T11:24:44.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alrighty people.  Last ruled, you see we all gave ma pal Daiskue £5 each so he could go and buy loadsa fireworks.  So he went out and spent loads, about £90 on them, got hundreds.  So we went out to this feild by his bit and set them, and I can tell you there were some good one.  I really wanted to strap a smaller one to one of the rockets, and watch it explode in mid-air, woulda been cool, but didn't have anything to tie it with.  Anyways, we had these huge rockets and stuff and althought they were well cool, the best was this big box thing, 50 shots, hell yeah.  It was like Vietnam or somethin, Just heard this whooshing, and banging and sparks, AMAZING, and they went sooooo high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Afterwards,we went about gettin some wood, and all the bits of fireworks to make a bonfire, it didn't really work that well, but it was still pretty cool.  But I made quite a big mistake...  Someone ripped all the paper of form on of the fireworks, so i thought it was rubbish, but it wasn't, oops. It started shootin sparks out everywhere, was pretty scary, it just grazed ma pal Buley's leg, but no serious damage though, but I don't think anyone'll trust me with fireworks again, lol.  But it wasn't really my fault, so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeahh, and I forgot to say...  SHIT!!!  MA GIG'S BEEN CANCELLED!!!!!!!  AND I WAS WELL LOOKIN FORWARD TO THAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ach well, life's a fuckin bunch of cherries in't it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Peace be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Michael G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109994188487828097?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109994188487828097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109994188487828097' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109994188487828097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109994188487828097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/11/fireworks-rule.html' title='Fireworks Rule'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109976812046054618</id><published>2004-11-06T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T11:12:31.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Shit how could I forget</title><content type='html'>HOW COULD I FORGET THIS IN MY LAST ENTRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAN ANDREAS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was down at GAME at 9.00 in the mornin to get that game. I love GTA, I really do. I've 100% the other one's. I prefer Nintendo to Playstation, but GTA is a classic. I've spent almost the whole of the past week playin it except for school-time, band practice and the weird Jive thing. So yeah, Joe if your wonderin that's why I've no been online lately. Yeah I'm sad. It fuckin rocks though, and I had put in like 35 hrs gameplay in 3 days, that's a lot. The town is soooo good, way better than the last ones, well thought out and designed, the other one's could get a bit borin after a while, but that was after a looooooooong while. Ach well, I'm sure anyone that interested will already know about the game so I'm gonna bug off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109976812046054618?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109976812046054618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109976812046054618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109976812046054618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109976812046054618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/11/holy-shit-how-could-i-forget.html' title='Holy Shit how could I forget'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109968454604745249</id><published>2004-11-05T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T11:57:30.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa, long time no see</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Holy shit it's been a long time since I posted anything on here. Ach well. A LOT has been going on here lately. Where to start, where to start....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, ma pal Mark came down from Scotland over the October week, and that was amazing, it was great just hagning out. We went to see Alien Versus Predator and it was goooooooooood. Not as gorey or jumpy as the previous films, but good action and I quite liked the story line. We also spent a lot of time in and around Oxford, especially in HMV. We spent about 2 hrs in there one day just lookin at all the weird names for films. Let's see, there was 'Crazy Guy with Super Kung Fu', 'Shaolin Invincible Sticks' (and a hell of a lot of other weird Shaolin movies) and this weird film called 'Rumble Fish'. We spent a lot of time playing 'Tekken 4' and 'Super Smash Bros. Melee', the two best fighting games around. He rules at Tekken, no seriously, HE RULES, could beat anyone and everyone I've seen play. So out of the well over 100 matches we played, I won...2. But I was pretty pleased with that, cause they were good kills, against one of his best characters and he got really insecure about that, lol. And of course I whoop his sorry butt at Smash Bros. which I am the master at, I don't care what you say Joe, I am the master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the last day he was here, we went into Oxford again to get my new amp, and let me tell you it is amazing. It was a really funny day though, cause it's a big heavy motherfucker. We tried carrying it normally, but that hurt after a while, and we had to carry it for over 2 miles. So we tried a few ways of carrying it until we decided to cary it him at one end me at the other. It wasn't until later, when we were at Heathrow that we realised what a pair of tits we musta looked. Ach well, we got a good laugh outta it. And ma pal Joe couldn't meet up with me, tis a shame cause he rules, just not at Smash Bros lol. I'll be talkin to him on MSN a lot anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ma band now... Well we're called 'Skyline', really good name(with a story behind it) with a really good logo. There's seven of us, I know it's a BIG band, but everyone in it is cool. There's Johnny on drums, me and two Chris's play guitar and bass (we alternate for different songs), Buley and Sean sing and Tom plays the Sax which sounds great. We've only had three practices, but we honestly sound REALLY good, and we've already got about 13 songs done, and they're really good songs. Our first gig is next Saturday, so I'm lookin forward to that. We've got a gimmick as well, we all wear bowler hats, black for the instuments and white for the singers, and at every gig, we're gonna try and do a stupid, funny song, so it's good fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last night was amazing. It was a Jive night, disco thing at school. I know it sounds sad, but really it was fun. A big group of us went as like people from 'Grease' you know the 60's style skirts and stuff for the girls, and white t-shirts, black jeans and leather jackets... we even did all the weird hair styles. Ma pal Buley by far had the best hair, hard to explain, but it was all like pointed at the fronat and...and....funny. HAHAHA, almost forgot about Tom. Well Tom has really, really curly hair, sorta like an afro, and he turned up where we were meeting in normal clothes, so we straightened most of his hair and he but black lipstick and eyeliner on, he looked like an evil clown. You should seen the teachers' faces when they saw him. Never mind that, we walked about in public like that. It was such a good laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We're trying to decide on funny things to go as to the Christmas party now. I might go as Braveheart, but it would be cool to do a big group thing, we'll figure something out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To be honest, I can't really be arsed typing up any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Peace be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Michael G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109968454604745249?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109968454604745249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109968454604745249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109968454604745249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109968454604745249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/11/whoa-long-time-no-see.html' title='Whoa, long time no see'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109801735230409669</id><published>2004-10-17T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T05:49:12.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's (almost) out for October!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ach well, what's new in the world of me *racks his brains*, nothin much really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well ma rooms finally finished, YAY!!! so I can finally get some peace now.  I got a new carpet down, so much hassle.  You see they brought one out and laid it down, but it was flawed, so I had to get a new one, so that meant that I couldn't put all ma furniture back.  Then on the Monday, when they were meant to come and lay the new one, the van broke down and it got put back to Tuesday.  Finally Tuesday came, but guess what, this carpet was flawed too.  Oh well, it's only a minor flaw, and you can hardly notice it.  I'm not that bothered considering they're giving us about £125 back, and ma mum and dad said that I can have that.  I'm gonna use that and some of ma birthday cash to get maself a new amp.  It's great.  Marshall MG100DFX, 100W, some good preset effects, ahhhhhhhhhh tis beautiful.  Hmmm...Les Paul, Marshall amp, who do I sound like :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah, ma pal Mark's comin down over the October break, so I'm lookin forward to that, and Joe's going to visit his dad who lives pretty close to here, so hopefully I can meet him in Oxford or somthin.  YAY!!!  Gonna be a good holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ach well, bit of a borin entry there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Peace be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Michael G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109801735230409669?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109801735230409669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109801735230409669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109801735230409669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109801735230409669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/10/schools-almost-out-for-october.html' title='School&apos;s (almost) out for October!'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109744114654983445</id><published>2004-10-10T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T13:45:46.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Brick In The Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WWHOOO!!!  Saturday night kicked sooo much ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of ma pals had hired out a hall for his birthday (the party was for him and his big sister's 21st).  Anyways, his band was playing, and they were awesome.  They did so many good songs, Summer of 69, Sweet home Alabama, Layla, and Sweet Child O' Mine (at my request).  They wanted someone to come up and sing Sweet Child, and I was gonna but decided against it in the end, ma pal Shawn did it.  Their lead guitarist was AMAZING, i couldn't belive it.  He had this classy looking guitar and some great equipment, but what I found best was his soloing.  Out of this world...genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the first set, I went up to ma pal to say how good it was and all that, and I said to him;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Man your band rocks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Cheers" he said "Your in it too, after this gig"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Cool" I said "That guy is amazing on guitar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Yeah I know" he said "Your him"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stunned I replied "....Ehh..ehh..no I'm not"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Yes you are he said"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twas funny.  Turns out he's not actually part of the band, they just got him in for that one gig, and they'd been looking for a lead, and that's gonna be me.  Scary stuff... lol, having to live up to that guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ach well, was a class night and a great laugh.  We left about 12.30, and waited with Shawn to get the bus till about 1.00 and then I set of home at about 1.20 or so.  I got lost on the way home in this housing estate, and I was just about to call for a lift when ma mum called to see if I wanted  her to pick me up.  When I got home I just stayed up playin guitar all night, couldn't get to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twas a great night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Peace be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Michael G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109744114654983445?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109744114654983445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109744114654983445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109744114654983445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109744114654983445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-brick-in-wall.html' title='Another Brick In The Wall'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109675431211233244</id><published>2004-10-03T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T14:58:32.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever noticed how the sometimes it's like the whole world is passing you by, and your cemented to the ground.  That's how I feel right now.  You guessed it, no better than before.  Well, a little better than before, cause I finally got a new guitar teacher.  YAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had ma first lesson on Thursday, IT WAS AMAZING!!!  He was just really trying to see what I was capable of and what I liked to play, so he could work out what kind of stuff to give me.  So we were just sittin there,  jamming to 'Stairway to Heaven', 'Sweet Child O' Mine' and 'Let it Rock'.  Probably the best guitar lesson I've ever had.  I've really improved over the summer (might have said that already) but some stuff I'd never have dreamed of even trying at the start of the summer, I can play almost perfectly now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was on ebay the other day, and I saw this set of 6 guitar pedals for £205, it was such a good price, I mean one of the pedals it included costs £120 on it's own, and they were in mint condition.  But at the last minute, some arsehole came in and bid higher than me, DAMN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ach well, ma birthday in a few days, so I'll use some of that money to buy some pedals, and obviously a couple of games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Peace be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Michael G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109675431211233244?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109675431211233244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109675431211233244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109675431211233244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109675431211233244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/10/stuck.html' title='Stuck'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109656152445961127</id><published>2004-09-30T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T09:53:48.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a bitch, not ma bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHY DOES LIFE HAVE TO BE SUCH A BASTARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just when you find something you really want, no scratch that, you really need (okay, maybe need is too strong a word), it takes it away from you. It's like your a wee kid, and your mum's just put something on the top shelf, and you feel like you'll never get it back again. Wayhay! that was quite a good analogy, but i'm still pissed of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You ever noticed how songs seem to bury soooo many hidden meanings, until your well depressed, and then you find something about them you can relate to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Take me down to the paradise city, where the grass is green, and the girls are pretty. Take me home!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Welcome to the jungle... I wanna watch you bleed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or pretty much the whole of Sweet Child O' Mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh and yes, I've been listenin to a hell of a lot of Guns N' Roses lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ach well, at least one good things come about, I've finally found maself a new guitar teacher, and he starts today. YAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, I'm gonna go now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Peace be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109656152445961127?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109656152445961127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109656152445961127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109656152445961127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109656152445961127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/09/lifes-bitch-not-ma-bitch.html' title='Life&apos;s a bitch, not ma bitch'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109630066868826728</id><published>2004-09-27T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T09:43:09.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise City</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ach well, I'm home now. Back from Scotland. It was amazing, I loved it, but now I'm a bit depressed. I was staying with ma pal Mark, and I got to see everyone. I went down to the village on Wednesday to see everyone at lunch time, and then after school. Seeing everyone like that was just what I needed, and everyone was wanting to know how I was getting on. They were all so nice, and I got the big hugs and hand shakes from all my pals, lol :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A lot of us went bowling on the Friday, Chris, Mark, Gurdeep, Richard, Allan, Marco, Scott and a couple of people from Mark's school. Such a laugh, I spent the entire day in stitches, as I usually do, it was as though I hadn't been gone at all, I was so happy. We all hung out for a while, and then 4 or 5 of us went back to Marco's house and we stayed the night there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I spent so much money though, I bought loadsa CD's, DVD's and stuff, cause it's kinda a pain in the ass to get into HMV and that from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah and I got my award, but like I said the trip was purely pleasure not business, I went to see ma pals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But like I said I'm a bit depressed to be back now, ahh well, that's life can't have everything we want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I really wanna knock crap outta my guidance teacher, what a wanker that man is. Sitting in PSE today, and I just asked why teachers didn't like us playing cards, and he said "I know your just back from Scotland, and are anti-everything". I know it's stupid, but it really got to me, I was well pissed of at him and spent the rest of the lessons doodling inventive ways hurting him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ahh well, I'll stop there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Peace be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109630066868826728?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109630066868826728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109630066868826728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109630066868826728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109630066868826728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/09/paradise-city.html' title='Paradise City'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109559155223464191</id><published>2004-09-19T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T08:17:00.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye Daniel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ach well, there he goes *sniff*, Daniel's away to uni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Damn, now me and ma wee bro have no one to make fun of. He's such an easy target, we just relentlessly rip the absolute crap outta him, 24-7. He can't retaliate either, cause he can't think on his feet like that, and he constantly put himself right in it, leaving an open target for attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But now that's over. Well I know what's gonna happen now, me and ma wee bro are gonna frequently end up in the A&amp;amp;E at the hospital (or should I say more frequently), cause we're both gonna rip the shit outta each other soo much that we'll end up beatin each other completely senseless (not that we don't do that already of course). You see me and ma bro are both pretty competen when it comes to havin a laugh, but ma big bro can't take it when we laugh at him, and he gets soo annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh how I'm gonna miss that face he makes when you realised he's snapped and then comes chargin at you, just before you fling yourself into the toilet and lock the door behind you just on time for him to career into it. Good times, good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm gonna miss him, lol. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Peace be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Michael G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109559155223464191?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109559155223464191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109559155223464191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109559155223464191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109559155223464191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/09/bye-bye-daniel.html' title='Bye bye Daniel'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109510415642020367</id><published>2004-09-13T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T12:35:56.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The things you can't see can be some of the best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gess what???!!!  Go on... guess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I CAN PLAY MA GUITAR BEHIND MA HEAD!!!  WHOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If one good thing's come of this move, it's a huge improvement in my guitar skills.  I mean I can do a good bit of soloing now, and I've been writing a lot more songs.  YAY!!!  I'm really happy, but I have put a lot of work into it.  I sit about playing my guitar for up to 5 or 6 hours a day, it's just such a versatile way to pass time, and it's so easy to lose track of time as you play.  With so many different types of tunes to play, there's songs to suit any mood.  I love my guitar it's beatiful, lol.  I love learning new tricks and fancy ways of playing, from finger tapping to shredding (and anyone who plays guitar will know what I'm on about).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, I CAN PLAY MY GUITAR BEHIND MY HEAD!!! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm gonna go now.  I've gotta go play guitar *cough - behind ma head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Peace be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109510415642020367?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109510415642020367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109510415642020367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109510415642020367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109510415642020367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/09/things-you-cant-see-can-be-some-of.html' title='The things you can&apos;t see can be some of the best'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109501034585463962</id><published>2004-09-12T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T10:32:25.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A bed fell on ma head yesterday!!!  Whoooo!!! how cool is that!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I got smacked in the face by this metal bar it was well funny!!! :D YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Just thought I'd mention it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Peace be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Micahel G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109501034585463962?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109501034585463962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109501034585463962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109501034585463962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109501034585463962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/09/bed-head.html' title='Bed Head'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109474901015008985</id><published>2004-09-09T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T07:15:13.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How can life turn into such a pile of shite overnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know what your thinking, how can people have such a cynical veiw on life? The answer is simple. It's because it's the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Just when you get something good going, or something meaningful comes into your life, it turns you upside down and sends you back to square one. Yep, life's a bitch, and she treats you like your her whore. To be honest, I haven't got a clue what has brought on these emotions, nothing that bad has happened in the past few weeks, I just have this gut feeling that puts a dark cloud over everything. I feel empty, plain and simple. I feel as thought there's a hole right through me, a deep knawing sensation, and I don't have a clue what's causing it. I've been here nearly six weeks now and nothings happening. It's a totally different world down here, and it's really going to take me a while to get to grips with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Take today for instance, I was sittin there in Physics, minding my own business when the teacher asks me a question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Michael? What is a geo-stationery satellite?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I answered him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"And what height above the earth's surface are they found?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"36000km" I answered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"36000km?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Aye." I answered. And then all of a sudden the teacher went off, asking me if I was trying to be funny. Apperently he thought there was something wrong with me saying "AYE!". He said it wasn't proper english, but hang on a minute I thought, neither am I. I'm Scottish, that's how I speak. Anyway, the bastard went on for a while and then just went back to work as thought nothing had happened. I was fuming, I really wanted to swing for the guy, don't know why, but he'd really annoyed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, ain't life a buch of fucking cherries (to quote the legendary Bily Connolly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Peace be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Michael G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109474901015008985?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109474901015008985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109474901015008985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109474901015008985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109474901015008985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/09/how-can-life-turn-into-such-pile-of.html' title='How can life turn into such a pile of shite overnight'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109465996197448990</id><published>2004-09-08T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T14:19:35.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a topsy- turvy world we live in</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wayhay people!  I might be going home to Scotland in a couple of weeks!!  YAY!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm really happy. You see ma big bro's going off to Uni soon and ma parents are goin to take him up, and there's an awards giving thingy at ma school around about the same time, so I might be able to get up to that. I got an award for gettin eight 1's in ma Standard Grades, and another for gettin 1's in all the elements that make up the exams. To be honest with you, I couldn't give a rats ass about the awards, I'm just using it as an excuse to get up there, before that, my excuse was like "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ohh.. I'll need to go up to Scotland and see Daniel away, we won't see him for months", but I'm really lookin forward to seeing everyone. YAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wanna drop in after school and see everyone, and hang with ma pals. And that reminds me, AAAARGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!, they're knockin down ma old school and everyone has to go to another one. It's really shite, it annoys me and I don't even go there anymore, it must be so mince for everyone whose still there. I don't see how they can just knock somethin like that down, it was such a great place and now they just wanna get rid of it??? It's like erasing everyone's memories of the place and all the great things that happened there. Worse still, they're doing it so they can merge it with another school, and it's never gonna work, havin over 2000 people in one school is just not gonna work. And a lot of people who travel a long way to get to the schoool might not bother anymore, cause it could be hard for them to get to!!! It's just wrong, no other word to describe it :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*sighs*It's a topsy turvy world people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Peace be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Michael G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109465996197448990?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109465996197448990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109465996197448990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109465996197448990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109465996197448990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-topsy-turvy-world-we-live-in.html' title='It&apos;s a topsy- turvy world we live in'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109456858845636224</id><published>2004-09-07T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T11:05:49.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael vs. Jason :D</title><content type='html'>Well people, today at school definetly went a lot better than the others. I got talkin to a lot more people, and had a good laugh. My name has now been unofficially been changed to Jason, after Big Brother's Jason, purely because I'm Scottish(yeah i know pretty sad). I can see that name stickin for a while. It was surprisingly funny though cause everyone kept introducing me as Jason to everyone, including the teachers, lol. On top of that, they've bin asking me about all the weird things they've heard that Scottish people do, it was really funny some of the stuff they were comin out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I actually managed to catch the taxi today!!!! Woohoo!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot one there, hopefully i'll have a bit more to say next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micahel G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109456858845636224?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109456858845636224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109456858845636224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109456858845636224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109456858845636224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/09/michael-vs-jason-d.html' title='Michael vs. Jason :D'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109433929629531712</id><published>2004-09-04T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T16:08:16.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stairway to Heaven???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I was in the kitchen, trying to get something to eat.  So I turned on the kettle, the oven and the microwave and strangely, as all the buzzing mixed it sounded like they were 'playing' Stairway to Heaven.  Strange, no???  But then the kettle stopped and so did the music.  I tried to make it happen again but it didn't work.  It might have just been me imagining things.  Ohh well, probably was, I hear a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;By the way, I'm not a human, I'm really a plastic goldfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Peace be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Michael G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109433929629531712?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109433929629531712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109433929629531712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109433929629531712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109433929629531712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/09/stairway-to-heaven.html' title='Stairway to Heaven???'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109422345558385329</id><published>2004-09-03T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T07:57:35.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>So here I am, back to school.  Conflicting emotions here, don't know what to think, YAY!!! AHH CRAAAP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose it'll give me a chance to make some friends, I just hope that there's some good weird people there, otherwise I'm totally screwed.  Anyway, it sounds like it's gonna be a completely different experience to school in Scotland, for starters, no uniform WooHoo!  And instead of doing five subjects like we do in Scotland, you only do four here, but I'll still get 5 exam qualifications (cause of the subjects I've chosen) and one of my subjects, Geography, I'll be doing at a different school.  Last, but by no means least, I get lots of free periods, on some days I actually only have one or two classes to go to.  YAY!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really quite a good day, cause I missed the taxi that takes people to the other school to do their subjects, and that meant that I had to run flat out all the to the other school, and it is a fair distance away.  But the fun didn't stop there, ohh no!  When I eventually got to the school, the people at the office sent me to the wrong classroom so I spent quite a while finding the right class, and ended up missing the first 20-25 minutes of the lesson,  HA HA HA!!!  I think it's really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109422345558385329?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109422345558385329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109422345558385329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109422345558385329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109422345558385329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109407074646473301</id><published>2004-09-01T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T13:40:12.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My dream was a bit different last night, the people I killed had faces, and I could tell who they were. It was pretty gruesome to see the looks on their faces as I kiilled them, but in a way kinda cool. The strangest thing was, the person who I was was unsure about killing was not who I expected, not one of my oldest or best friends, not a girl, but ME! And then I draw a gun on myself and shoot my other self. But what does it mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about what it could mean quite a lot, and so far I've come up with three possible solutions, two that are completely impossible and one that makes a lot of sense:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate my friends (definetley not possible, they're too important to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love my boring existence here so much that my subconcious is telling me to destroy all ties with my life in Scotland (somehow, I don't think so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm goin back to school, and I'm scared that I'll fall outta touch with my pals back home, that I/they'll forget about them, and lose myself. (yeah, sounds cheesey, but hey, I'm a songwriter, born for cheese, and it's probably the best explaination). It's weird though, I'm not worried about going to a new school, but in the famous words of my pal Allan "Ahh well!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Not much else to say really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109407074646473301?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109407074646473301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109407074646473301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109407074646473301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109407074646473301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/09/cheesey.html' title='Cheesey!'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109397886421966729</id><published>2004-08-30T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T12:01:04.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamcatcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Weird dreams rock.  I usually dream about leprechuans or flying hippos or goldfish or stuff, but the past few nights, I've had this same dream, and it's kinda strange.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It starts of with me, and I'm sittin all alone in this massive room, and for some reason, I jump out of the window, and go on a homocidal rampage, killing all my friends.  It's quite distruibing, but I have to say that my subconcious is quite creative in making up the methods of murder.  For instance, I'm playing pool with somebody, and suddenly the chalk turns into a pencil sharpener and I'm sharpening the tip of my cue to a fine point, then I stab the guy throught the eye with it, and the cue goes right through his head.  With another guy, I went up behind him and slice his throat open with the thin E-string of a guitar, causing blood to spurt out all over the place as he gasps for breath and then slumps onto the floor in a heap.  This goes on for sometime, (I don't know who I kill cause I can't see their faces, but for some reason, I know that they are my friends) until finally I come to the last victim.  But I stop.  I don't know if I should or even could kill this person.  And as I stand there, over their sleeping body, thinking about it, the person wakes up, and the next thing I know, they've drawn a gun from below their and aimed it at my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then I shoot bolt upright in my bed, drenched in a cold sweat.  What the hell is this dream all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh well.  Peace be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109397886421966729?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109397886421966729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109397886421966729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109397886421966729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109397886421966729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/08/dreamcatcher.html' title='Dreamcatcher'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109389521187845115</id><published>2004-08-29T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T12:01:58.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh well, people. How's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was down at ma aunt's bit for, it was ma cousin's christening. It was genius, I got to stay in this class hotel, usually ma whole family stay at a hotel, and me and ma mum, dad and brothers are stuck in a wee travel lodge like rejects. But no, not this time, we were the posh one's this time. But seriously, this hotel was fantastic. I now know how rich people live and let me tell you, I am jealous. There was this health spa, oh my god, I thought I'd died and went to heaven (and no, I'm not gay, I just like the jacuzzi, lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't like was having everyone asking me "Oh, how are you after the move, yes that was a big move wasn't it?". I mean how do they think I feel do they honestly expect me to say "Oh I'm just great, how are you?", with a big cheesy grin across my face. NO, IT SUCKS! Incase you can't already tell, I hate it here, and I really miss my life in Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all say, "Oh, you'll be fine when you go back to school. You'll make friends there." But that's not what's bothereing me, I'm not worried about making new pals, I mean this is my fourth school in five years, it's really that I don't want to have to make new friends. I miss my pals. Mark, Gurdeep, Richard, Chris, Allan, Maco and Scott we had such a laugh. The best analogy for our friendship is probably a chemical reaction. When we're mixed together, you never know what' s gonna happen, sometime's it'll be a calm simple reaction, but at other's, it'll be an explosion. But it's always a laugh. I mean we've bin through a lot, I've stabbed Richard in the eye with a set square, Mark's nearly decapitated me with a saw blade that he sent whizzin past my face and I nearly got flattened by a bus when Mark's big bro told me to walk out in front of it (I didn't hear what he said properly). But nobody ever seriously get hurt, it's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's ma pals at school. I mean, everyone , or at least most people there rocked, even some of the teachers. Joe, Saint Kenneth, Mark, Bobdmsah, Liam, Charlotte, Jennifer, Louise, Jason, all special in their own way. Whoo, St Brides! You rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll leave it there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109389521187845115?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109389521187845115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109389521187845115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109389521187845115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109389521187845115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/08/thats-life.html' title='That&apos;s life'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109363388441026414</id><published>2004-08-27T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T12:23:35.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhhhh!! Sweet Child O Mine!</title><content type='html'>In a real Guns 'N' Roses mood today, tis great, for some reason it's made me really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sittin flickin through the channels this morning, and there was this behind the scenes Gun 'N' Roses thing on. Pretty cool stuff, didn't know a lot about them, just liked their music, but they were one fucked up band, especially Axl. So I sat there watchin the story of their self-destruction, you know, the riots, drugs and all the other shit, and I said "I know, I'll go and get some tabs". So I've bin sittin here all day at ma PC, feeling just like 'Slash', with ma Les Paul learnin 'Sweet Child O Mine' and 'Knockin' on Heaven's Door'. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God what a borin life I have, I actually wanna go to school. I wanna meet some pals, but I felt it was best just to wait till I went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I wake up, listen to a couple of good songs, go get ready, and on the days I'm not down in the music shop, I play ma guitar or stick on a game or somethin'. But in the famous words of ma pal Allan "Ahh well!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... But wait, finally something interesting happens, an e-mail. It's from ma pal Louise at school, I sent her one of the songs I wrote and she says that it rocks. Cool :D, *A grin spreads over my face*. That's me eight for eight now, everyone I've sent ma song to liked it, Mark, Richie, Charlotte, Jennifer, everyone! I'm happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that happy note, I'm off! C ya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109363388441026414?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109363388441026414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109363388441026414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109363388441026414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109363388441026414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/08/ohhhhh-sweet-child-o-mine.html' title='Ohhhhh!! Sweet Child O Mine!'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109354707228588906</id><published>2004-08-26T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T16:23:40.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Camping, the hilarity of it, lol. *I said a big word, hilarity*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love camping, such a laugh, take last weekend for instance, when i went campin with ma aunt and uncle. It was only about 2.30 when we eventually put the fire out, and when i went back to my tent with ma two brothers, I realised I had no sleeping bag. It was in ma aunt's tent, but of course, me the fool, won't go and get it (I'd probably end up knocking their tent down or at least wake ma wee cousins). Anyway, I lay there, fully clothed, and still freezing. All the while ma wee bro's shakin with laughter as he hears ma teeth chattereing and the rustles of me shivering. Finally, I was just drifting of to sleep, but of course, no rest for the wicked, and ma big brother starts yelling out as cramp shot through his leg. He woke everyone, and if he didn't, then me and ma wee bro did as we howled with laughter as he staggered to his feet and hopped round the tent trying to stop the pain. We weren't gonna be popular in the morning, but it was worth it to see the look on ma brother's face. HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no way I was gettin to sleep after that, so instead, I went down to the lake to think... Most of my night was spent down in the toilet block (which thank god were not like some of the campsites I 've visited, you know with shite everywhere and that) sittin underneath the hand-drier trying to keep myself warm. Still it's all in the name of good fun :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I was drawn back to my tent from the toilet block by howls of laughter. It seems that my elder brother, who is quite a few years older and therefore larger than my younger brother, had accidently put on ma wee bro's shorts, and not noticing had gone outside to get the pish ripped outta him by the rest of us. To date, he's the only person that I've ever seen fling his breakfast ten feet in an attempt to destroy his arch enemy, the wasps, causing an entire bowl of cornfalkes to splatter across my uncle's car. He can be really stupid at times, but it's really funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Camping rules, and I always come away with some more stories, usually about ma big bro makin an ass outta himself (which are the best kinda stories!)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Peace be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109354707228588906?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109354707228588906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109354707228588906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109354707228588906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109354707228588906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/08/camping-fun.html' title='Camping fun'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078019.post-109347087708282042</id><published>2004-08-25T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T11:27:41.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey there people. Guess I'll start by tellin you a little about me. My name's Michael, and I'm always the weird kid at school, the one who'll do anythin for a laugh, and doesn't care what people think of him. I rabble the biggest load of bullshit, and then break down into hysterics at the slightest joke, but hey, that's who I am (and I think people liked me for that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just moved from near Glasgow to a wee village near Oxford. It really sucks in my opinion, I really liked my life in Scotland, I had everything I could want, or near enough for me. I had the most amazing pals, a great school where the environment just rocked (I never realised how much I'd miss it until it was gone), and the area was good and had loads to do. Anyway, I'm down here now. 384 miles from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some more stuff about me then. Ehh.... well I love ma music. I'm into stuff from the 80's mainly I just loved that decade's rock feel, so fresh. Bon Jovi, Dire Straits, Aerosmith, ZZ Top and all that stuff, whoo!!! My most prized possesion just now's probably my guitar, it lets me express myself and it's the only way I can deal with my feelings, that's why music's sooo important in my life now (though I've never told anybody that).  When I play guitar, nothin else matters, it's very relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love computer games, I don't sleep very much, and often find myself sittin up at 4 in the mornin playin them. I love games like Zelda and Final Fantasy (VII is the best by far), but I'll play any game worth playin. Movies are also one of my fav things to do. I love gangster flics, Scarface, The Godfather, GoodFellas, but I also like action and comedys too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078019-109347087708282042?l=abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/feeds/109347087708282042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8078019&amp;postID=109347087708282042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109347087708282042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078019/posts/default/109347087708282042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abitofscotlandinengland.blogspot.com/2004/08/hello-there.html' title='Hello there'/><author><name>Michael G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00189640510545550751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
