"May the motorcycle god's keep your tyres pumped"
"The shortest distance between any two points on a motorbike, is the long way round"
I'm still homesick. I looked on this thread for advice.
Usually when I tell Kiwis that I'm homesick I get told to
a/ Fuck off back to blighty.
b/ Get over it.
c/ Harden the fuck up.
I haven't found that advice helpful or polite I must say.
I've just got through a hellish year where I considered giving up life altogether for a while - then I thought of the missus and littlies that depend upon me, gave up working in media and (although I'm much poorer) I have actually learned how to smile again.
I left home in 1999 and have only been back a handful of times. Last time was 2004. I can't afford to return for the forseeable future.
I am homesick and I can't get a hold of:
Tennent's 70/- Ale
Square Sausage
Decent Haggis
Potato Scones
Real Hot Dog Sausages (I know they're not quinticentially Scottish but by Christ I miss the taste of Westlers with ketchup and mustard!) painting a sausage brown does not a frankfurter make New Zealand!
In space, no one can smell your fart.
The Expat Survival Kit might be the go?
TOP QUOTE: “The problem with socialism is that sooner or later you run out of other people’s money.”
Of course nobody has really touched on the fact that Brisbane is a sh@thole.
It's why the Gold Coast and Noosa exist.
But you are from Glasgow. And down souf where you are there must be horses, and KBers , right?
So surely you could just drink down a gallon or so of horse piss, and get a helpful KBer to bash you round the head with a length of gas pipe for an hour or so, culminating in the horse crapping on you.
That should be close enough to a good night out in Glasgow to cure homesickness (I guess for the real Glasgow finishing touch you'll have to find an obliging Honda rider)
See, we can be both polite and helpful.
Originally Posted by skidmark
Originally Posted by Phil Vincent
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