Well, this is my first outing into blogging so bear with me. I have a Twitter account, but it is very confusing and I can never work out if i'm tweeting, re-tweeting, de-tweeting or just mine-sweeping. So, I thought I'd go for something much simpler like pouring my brain out onto an electronic notepad. Metaphorically speaking.
I've decided to call my blog 'Tatooine Musings' for 2 reasons; 'Musings' from the fact that I will generally be waffling about whatever I feel, with no particular agenda, and 'Tatooine' for the fact I live in the UAE & it reminds of me Luke Skywalker's home planet. It's barren, sterile, unforgiving, and full of hostile native lifeforms. And that's before you even get into the desert.
There is a nightclub (and I use that word in the very loosest sense) here called Rattlesnakes and it makes the Mos Eisley cantina look like a veritable family day out. Anyone who has ever been is to be found the following morning looking like something you've scraped off your shoe, fumbling, mumbling and generally feeling very, very sorry for themselves. Some people even miss their flight back to Europe. I have - this very week - officially resigned my Rattlesnake gate pass following a session last Monday. It's not so much the booze, lack of sleep, loud music, cheap women or cheaper perfume that puts me off - it's the fact that, after 3 hours there, even the INSIDE of your shoes stink of cigarette smoke.
As an ex-smoker, it doesn't really bother me when I'm in the club and you can't help but admire the dedication of the working ladies who put up with it for 8 hours a night, 7 nights a week. But waking up the following morning and thinking that someone's emptied all of Dot Cotton's ashtrays into your dhoby basket is totally uncool. Plus, with a hangover and conference to deal with, it's the very lowest thing on my "How to Wake Up" list. And this is a man who has once woken up with a wet spaniels arse in his face.
So, I shall gracefully retire from that scene and shop about for somewhere less grimy in which to enjoy a few beverages on the odd night where we are "networking" or (my personal favourite) "enhancing Regional synergies". We are in the process of identifying new sites for our essential "team building" evenings, and I shall endeavour to keep you posted, however it could possibly be a drawn-out process with several rounds of assessment, judging and critiquing before we make it to the eliminators. Still, as good old Roy Castle said; "Dedication's what you need."
Well, I shall sign off there for tonight. Tomorrow - "Video game reviews; Are they reliable? And who gives a shit?"
Cheers!
I've decided to call my blog 'Tatooine Musings' for 2 reasons; 'Musings' from the fact that I will generally be waffling about whatever I feel, with no particular agenda, and 'Tatooine' for the fact I live in the UAE & it reminds of me Luke Skywalker's home planet. It's barren, sterile, unforgiving, and full of hostile native lifeforms. And that's before you even get into the desert.
There is a nightclub (and I use that word in the very loosest sense) here called Rattlesnakes and it makes the Mos Eisley cantina look like a veritable family day out. Anyone who has ever been is to be found the following morning looking like something you've scraped off your shoe, fumbling, mumbling and generally feeling very, very sorry for themselves. Some people even miss their flight back to Europe. I have - this very week - officially resigned my Rattlesnake gate pass following a session last Monday. It's not so much the booze, lack of sleep, loud music, cheap women or cheaper perfume that puts me off - it's the fact that, after 3 hours there, even the INSIDE of your shoes stink of cigarette smoke.
As an ex-smoker, it doesn't really bother me when I'm in the club and you can't help but admire the dedication of the working ladies who put up with it for 8 hours a night, 7 nights a week. But waking up the following morning and thinking that someone's emptied all of Dot Cotton's ashtrays into your dhoby basket is totally uncool. Plus, with a hangover and conference to deal with, it's the very lowest thing on my "How to Wake Up" list. And this is a man who has once woken up with a wet spaniels arse in his face.
So, I shall gracefully retire from that scene and shop about for somewhere less grimy in which to enjoy a few beverages on the odd night where we are "networking" or (my personal favourite) "enhancing Regional synergies". We are in the process of identifying new sites for our essential "team building" evenings, and I shall endeavour to keep you posted, however it could possibly be a drawn-out process with several rounds of assessment, judging and critiquing before we make it to the eliminators. Still, as good old Roy Castle said; "Dedication's what you need."
Well, I shall sign off there for tonight. Tomorrow - "Video game reviews; Are they reliable? And who gives a shit?"
Cheers!
Hey Trebs. Cool you started a new blog. I do one too, on Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. If martial arts are your bag take a look. I'll keep watching you. You want to give your blog an RSS feed though so people can follow it directly from their blog reader without having to navigate through loads of different sites.
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Cheers mate! Am trying to figure how to add the RSS link, but it's getting late here, so will have a look tomorrow. Thx for following & hope you're all well there. Cheers, E.
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