Drop Kick. A surprisingly addictive football game that’s hard as hell, it’s like the Frank Lampard World Cup simulator. Here’s a larger version.
Spider-Man 3 Teaser Trailer. A year off, but yes! YES! HELLS YES! OH HELL TO THE YES!!!!
I think I got around 3 hours sleep last night, I was forever waking up and failing to get back to sleep, at 6am I finally gave up… So today at work was certainly a struggle, made only possible by the 6 (SIX!) mugs of coffee I drank. Needless to say I’m peeing like a racehorse now.
On a funny(ish) note, I was finally blackballed from the Atlanta Metroblog today for not posting, actually, I was apparently blackballed a while ago without notice but continued to be on the mailing list, weird huh? Infact, had I not asked the supreme overlords why I couldn’t log in today I’d still be on the mailing list. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted, pity I’ve been busy as hell the last few months and unable to post in order to continue my Metroblogger status, now I’ll have to go to the APWBWGTTD meetings as a lonely plain ol’ blogger.
Today has been a completely tiring day, waking up at the equivalent of 2am, flying for over 8 hours and then coming home to do some quick tidying up as the three cats had tracked litter all over the condo…
It would be considered a fun day except for two families who thought it would be a good idea to have a baby and a toddler sit on an aircraft for over 8 hours. Let me just say, after today, I’d be all for a ban on children on transatlantic flights…
And for those keeping score in the spam count-a-rama

14,711 spam and 8 moderated (also spam). I wonder why I even bother.
Now it’s time to put this 22 hour day to bed as I have to wake up for work tomorrow morning, the mass uploading of the hundreds and hundreds of pictures we took must wait til tomorrow also, but at least I’ve started the downloads of the Doctor Who episodes I’ve missed…
So we made it to the UK safe and sound, recovered from the jetlag (eventually). Now we’re sitting in the first class compartment on a GNER train that just pulled into Darlington, enjoying the endless supplies of complimentary tea, the rolling countryside vistas and free wifi. Yes, life is pretty sweet right now.
In about 3 or so hours we should be pulling into London for a few days in the big smoke before heading waaaay up north to Inverness for some monster hunting before heading back to the Glasgow/Edinburgh central belt area before heading back to Atlanta next Tuesday.
Since I’m going on vacation, I thought I’d try somethng different… Since I probably wont be online much if at all, that means I wont be here to flush out the deluge of spam comments I get, so while I’m away I’ve added a counter to the top of the screen so you can see how much shit I have to deal with on a regular basis… The last time I’m going to flush it is right before I leave for the airport at around 1pm EST.
Should be interesting as to what the final total will be a week on Tuesday.
Also I’m not sure how many camera phone pictures I’ll be able to send as Flickr has been a bit pissy about accepting MMS messages, plus the cost of sending them from the UK and all.









So now begins the infamous recap of our whistle stop tour of the UK, I have no idea what to even write as we saw and done so much (sometime too much) in the short space of time… I’ll start as most do in the beginning.
Jetlag is a bitch, it really really is, we left Atlanta at around 8pm on Friday evening and landed in Edinburgh at around 9am (local time) the next morning, it wasn’t a particularly nice journey and Atlanta was just so hot and sticky it made me feel gross before even getting on the plane, so we were both pretty miserable by the time we got off it. I managed to get some sleep, but I’d be rudely woken by pockets of turbulance so it prolly amounted to an hour, if that. Once landed it was weird to go through UK immigration saying I was only visiting… We met my mum after successfully smuggling 1,000 Marlboro lights through customs for her (we were only allowed to bring in 200) and went back to her house in Grangemouth.
Saturday was a washout, Red Bull couldn’t even keep Robyn awake, but she did manage to visit my grandma (my mum’s mum) for the first time. I think we both ended up crashing out around 7pm.
No sooner had we arrived and we were off again, we decided that visiting London would be a good idea so we took the GNER East Coast line down (while enjoying the free WiFi) in which was a really enjoyable journey before arriving at platform 9¾ in King’s Cross, I shit you not… And after checking in to our hotel we walked along the road to Harrods which was crawling with tourists, this would become a running theme…
Except the following day was the Summer solstice and the sun rose promtly at 4:30am and we didn’t have our curtains shut from the night before. Gah! Just GAH! Though, Robyn was got good when she awoke to look out the now closed curtains at around 8am. After breakfast we went to the British Museum to see the roof they put over the Great Court a few years back, the reading room as well as the Rosetta Stone.
We had arranged to go to Madame Tussauds with Phil but he couldn’t make it, but he didn’t miss much anyways as the place was so crowded we saw next to nothing and just got pushed along with the crowds, which kinda sucked, but I did get a picture of Robyn schmoozing with Hugh Grant, “lynndie-ing” Saddam amongst others… To round off our whirlwind 2 days in London we took one of those open top bus tours to see everything we missed like Tower Bridge while seeing more of the London Eye and Houses of Parliament.
We did some shopping in Glasgow in a packed Buchanan Street and took in a few sights like George Square and the Gallery of Modern Art, there was no cone on the head of the Duke of Wellington statue for some reason but overall the experience reminded me of why I hated Glasgow on a saturday afternoon… The remainder of the time was just relaxing, Robyn went to Edinburgh with my mum and I met up with an old friend and went to Loch Lomond before heading back to Atlanta, the flight home wasn’t any better than the flight there thanks to screaming children… But we did see a few cool things out the airplane window, like the Forth Bridges, Scottish Islands and the north tip of Long Island, NY (Manhatten would have been a good picture, but it was on the other side of the plane), I also saw Boston all the way to the tip of Cape Cod, but didn’t have the camera out at the time as it was back in the overhead compartment.
So that was that, our much anticipated tour of the UK, at least next time we dont need to do the London/Inverness thing, and we’ll prolly be gone for longer than 11 days.