ANGUS WHINES

AFL

I'm home.

Off travelling, back soon

Home

I'm here.

Tourism

I find it ironic that the only time I intensely dislike the UK is when I'm entering it.

I love this place.  I love living here.  And I hope to for a very long time.  To assist with that, I have a five year visa firmly, and legally, planted in my passport. 

And yet.  And yet.  I continue to be treated like a piece of shit every time I return to London after a trip away. 

To today's Customs man who talked to me like I was scum and interrogated me in some apparent attempt to make me crumble and confess that I'd illegally created my visa with my own scrapbooking kit at home and UHU-ed it in on the weekend (you got me!), you, and many of your colleagues, are a fucking disgrace to this beautiful nation.

Yes, I realise this happens in other countries.  Yes, I realise there are people who take the piss which make it harder for the rest of us.  But, if I have a visa from the UK government in my passport, surely I can be treated a little bit more nicely?

Also, HSBC?  Your Your View campaign?  Please.  I'm begging you.  For the love of god.  Move on.

/rant 

Hiatus

Oops. Without much prior warning I slipped away for a week to relax here...

and here...

to watch lots of these...

and do lots of this...

T'was heavenly.

I'm back now though.

Intermission

Time for a holiday. I'm off here...

Southern Spain. Can't wait.

See you in a week.

(photos courtesy of www.flickr.com, can't remember who, sorry...)

Tequila Jammer

'Home' again from Mexico City, on which I have two words:

- traffic
- margaritas

Oh, and wonderful people who care for their trees....

Bloody Hell

A fabulous insight into Australia in the following two videos, courtesy of The Jason Recliner:

As you may or may not know, the tagline caused a few issues, so they had to test some others...

Parisian Mornings

Going to work in Paris typically involves both this, which is of course heavenly:

and this, which is about as close to hell as I've come lately, that I know of:

Milano

I confess, pleasures such as these, slightly, atlhough sadly not fully, compensate for exceedingly tedious research when it's in Milan...