Summer 2009 vs Bonus High Fives

Just a little video I threw together to document this summer…

Also here’s a video of me and my good friend Andrew cycling over Scotland!

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Your unique, just like everyone else.

go to work. send your kids to school. follow fashion. act normal. walk on the pavement. watch TV. save for your old age. Obey the law. Repeat after me: I am free.

This speaks so much to me, I myself have goals but I feel like I am trapped in this life where I am unable to figure out how to get myself out of this “rat race”.

go to work = make others money

send your kids to school = wonder if they will ever learn

follow fashion = only on TV & magazines

act normal = pretend to act normal

walk on the pavements = cant afford a car

watch T.V. = local channels only

save for your old age = don’t eat

obey the law = be a part of this puppet show

I think most of the time, we’re too afraid of making decisions because
we don’t know if the decision we made is the optimal one. Everybody
wants to be ‘free’, but what exactly does being ‘free’ encompass? Do we
trade career security for freedom? Do we get fabulous oral sex if we
have freedom?

Who knows, but the closet I’ve ever felt to ‘freedom’ is when I cycled over Scotland. There were no TV telling you what was going to kill you next, no magazine telling you how much you should weigh or look like, but instead a big wide open road, constantly  changing and moving.

I’m starting to get pissed off with everything, I feel restless, I think I need to get away again for a while… see corners of Scotland I’ve not seen yet!

Gonna buy me some rings
And a gun that sings
A flute that toots
And a bee that stings
A sky that cries
And a bird that flies
A fish that walks
And a dog that talks!

Jaunt up the Highlands

Fed up with life in Falkirk I decided to pack my bags and disappear for a while. I got my shit together and headed up with the family to small cottage outside of a town called Kingussie.

Very quaint, non?

Ayep, forest on the back doorstep

Big double bed all to myself, win.

The plasma telly and surround system

I’m a geek, ok?

All this highland fresh air was a bit too much for Spike.

Big beasting fire and a coffee, oh yes.

This sign amused me.

The field where I got chased by a bull.

Ventured up to Culloden, very eerie place. That stone bothered me a bit, was cheered up by my little brother who quppied “did Scotland win?”

Found this wee cheeky monkey outside my window.

Spike promptly woofed him away.

A generic brother photo.

A very clean (and unhappy) Spike.

The long way home.

First stop.

Perth train station is weird.

I’m still alive folks, that hand dryer wis shite.

Stirling this time, creepy bug eyed woman is very keen on getting her train.

Managed to bump the train all the way down to Perth, the whole journey was meant to cost £45.

Up yours ScotRail!

And here we are, Hamewilldaemi!