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Hmmm....not much to say really. No photoshoppery skills, so tend to lurk. Doesn't stop me spending far too much work time hitting F5 though.
Who knows, may get around to posting piccies one day.
Am in Cambridge (oh the towering fens) and get paid to look at rocks for a living.
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Me in the field in Greenland, with a long deceased reindeer
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Hmmm....not much to say really. No photoshoppery skills, so tend to lurk. Doesn't stop me spending far too much work time hitting F5 though.
Who knows, may get around to posting piccies one day.
Am in Cambridge (oh the towering fens) and get paid to look at rocks for a living.
This is probably the point, where if I could do something fancy in HTML I would, but I can't, so there.
Me in the field in Greenland, with a long deceased reindeer
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» My Worst Vomit
Amnesiac vomming
Between degree and MSc had a summer job in Navan working in a mine (as you do). This being the arse end of Meath, not much to do but drink. The evening started at a party round some of the Finns' house, drinking "Finnish coffee", which tasted very nice (but later found out was neat Vodka with liqorice sweets disolved in it - a big mistake). Later on, we decided to visit the top local nightspot (name escapes me but was Henry's or something like that. Your standard grotty Irish country dishco). And I distinctly remember have a crafty chunder in the bogs and thinking 'thank goodness I managed to to it in a controlled and private fashion'.
Alas, what I didn't recall was the fact that just as we were leaving the party, I rushed out into the garden and hurled quite spectacularly across the lawn. Took me a week to get the story out of them all in the canteen, the bastards. But it does explain (a) why the very pretty girl I had been chatting up, with some success, lost interest and (b) why everyone was wondering was I OK quite so much in the car to the club.
Ho hum. The moral (if there is one) beware of Finnish men proffering strange drinks....
(Fri 20th Aug 2004, 10:01, More)
Amnesiac vomming
Between degree and MSc had a summer job in Navan working in a mine (as you do). This being the arse end of Meath, not much to do but drink. The evening started at a party round some of the Finns' house, drinking "Finnish coffee", which tasted very nice (but later found out was neat Vodka with liqorice sweets disolved in it - a big mistake). Later on, we decided to visit the top local nightspot (name escapes me but was Henry's or something like that. Your standard grotty Irish country dishco). And I distinctly remember have a crafty chunder in the bogs and thinking 'thank goodness I managed to to it in a controlled and private fashion'.
Alas, what I didn't recall was the fact that just as we were leaving the party, I rushed out into the garden and hurled quite spectacularly across the lawn. Took me a week to get the story out of them all in the canteen, the bastards. But it does explain (a) why the very pretty girl I had been chatting up, with some success, lost interest and (b) why everyone was wondering was I OK quite so much in the car to the club.
Ho hum. The moral (if there is one) beware of Finnish men proffering strange drinks....
(Fri 20th Aug 2004, 10:01, More)
» Happy 10th Birthday B3ta
HiPpO bArFdAy b3ta!
Been a member for 7 years, 10 months and 7 days...so not real oldskool, but old enough. And I did lurk for a good while before joining) Very rarely posted anything mind, as I found other places for that (largely inhabited by b3tans it has to be said), but always look in and have a chuckle (and the occasional RIS/WTF?)
And how did I find this place? IIRC, someone I knew mentioned an animation on Rathergood.com (in April 2003 I think, something involving kittens, and possibly Laibach), from whence I found this place. So it's really all Joel's fault.
(Tue 13th Sep 2011, 1:21, More)
HiPpO bArFdAy b3ta!
Been a member for 7 years, 10 months and 7 days...so not real oldskool, but old enough. And I did lurk for a good while before joining) Very rarely posted anything mind, as I found other places for that (largely inhabited by b3tans it has to be said), but always look in and have a chuckle (and the occasional RIS/WTF?)
And how did I find this place? IIRC, someone I knew mentioned an animation on Rathergood.com (in April 2003 I think, something involving kittens, and possibly Laibach), from whence I found this place. So it's really all Joel's fault.
(Tue 13th Sep 2011, 1:21, More)
» My Worst Vomit
Champagne x2
Just remembered another. Involves alcohol, but no drunkedness...
Probably the worst food poisoning I've ever had. The culprit, a dodgy pork chop from Prague. The effects of which didn't take effect until I was in Berlin (on a bit of a tour round eastern Yurp, looking at aeroplanes if you must know - stop pointing and laughing). Big airshow at Schönefeld airport and we had a pleasure flight on a lovely old Russian plane (IL-18 for those that care).
As part of the classy experience, a glass of champagne was offered. Me thinking I has already spent much of the morning sat on bog, head in sink (good bathroom design allows this to happen, god help you if they're too far apart) wondered whether to pass it up or not. Since I was feeling better, I thought why not, and very much enjoyed said bubbly stuff. I also quite enjoyed it again about 10 minutes later when it returned from the land of stomach. Mainly because my stomach was completely empty after the earlier retching acrobatics, and it tasted pretty much the same on the return journey....
Yum.
(Fri 20th Aug 2004, 10:42, More)
Champagne x2
Just remembered another. Involves alcohol, but no drunkedness...
Probably the worst food poisoning I've ever had. The culprit, a dodgy pork chop from Prague. The effects of which didn't take effect until I was in Berlin (on a bit of a tour round eastern Yurp, looking at aeroplanes if you must know - stop pointing and laughing). Big airshow at Schönefeld airport and we had a pleasure flight on a lovely old Russian plane (IL-18 for those that care).
As part of the classy experience, a glass of champagne was offered. Me thinking I has already spent much of the morning sat on bog, head in sink (good bathroom design allows this to happen, god help you if they're too far apart) wondered whether to pass it up or not. Since I was feeling better, I thought why not, and very much enjoyed said bubbly stuff. I also quite enjoyed it again about 10 minutes later when it returned from the land of stomach. Mainly because my stomach was completely empty after the earlier retching acrobatics, and it tasted pretty much the same on the return journey....
Yum.
(Fri 20th Aug 2004, 10:42, More)