Weekend Result

Well this weekend turned out to be one of the few solidly satisfactory weekends this year, all because of some last minute plans and a whole rake of going with the flow decisions. The naughty feeling that I should be shelving, playing with electronics and bilges instead of drinking, shopping and sight seeing was an added kicker. Resting a weary head on my pillow Sunday evening I realised it was a sense of contentment that blanketed the weekend, no wonder it took so long to identify, that feeling being a stranger to my life up North.

Friday
Took boat out with Ewan, fuelled her up, shat it doing a 360 full speed turn towards a rather expensive yatch and celebrated the safe return (thanks to Bob) with a few drinks on the foredeck in the glorious sunshine. Nights out in the Ness are enjoybale but rarely raise themselves above the bar, Friday night was the exception, bounced from pillar to post in full blinkie splendour with Isaac as wingman and ended the evening tearing up the dance floor in Madhatters. Spontaneous MC Hammer routines with strangers and Mighty Boosh improv's ("in with the claw") were my particular highlights. Playing wingman I ended up drinking tea at randoms till 5am discussing the relative merits of different blinkies and laying out my plans to decorate their house for their up and coming housewarming; I only hope I didn't get too carried away with my plans.

Saturday
Early morning burrow chat with Zooty and Zero led to an inspired dash to the office to hammer out some hours online to organise things this end. Quickly shot down when realised the internet was down for Inverness, apparently due to digger action on the line (AGAIN!). Not to be put off I rocked into town and rolled though the town on a charity shop mission, tunes blaring down my ear canal putting a spring in my step as I doffed my new hat to passerbys. So on the list of purchases was a muppet show duvet cover, the ugliest foam flares int he world, an old mans hat, a new fur coat (to be named) and a new smoking jacket. Field tested the new jacket at Hoots that evening, not the same impact as Isaac but found out this morning it did put off someone from work talking to me, so its not all bad.

Sunday
Eventually left the cave to take a trip round Loch Ness to capitalise on the still fucking amazing weather, share disappointment in the lack of icecreams available, especially after walking the million steps to check out the waterfall at Foyers. Was thrown into shocked disbelief as on the smallest and most convoluted road I was forced into the layby by a tourist coach, what the hell was that behemouth doing on the road, wrong turn me thinks, good luck with those corners fella. A pleasant evening eating leftovers and throwing scraps to the ducks rounded off the weekend in true Sunday fashion.