What a Cnut.

Small video of some of the pictures from Florida. Adblock Hope you enjoy it.

I'm back. So, that's the holiday over and I'm back in Edinburgh. I was welcomed home by a pile of brown envelopes and enough junk mail to prevent me from opening my front door fully without resorting to a hefty kick. The brown envelopes are mostly from companies demanding money of some sort but they can kiss my rusty sheriffs badge until I can pay it. Fuck 'em if they don't like it. I'm currently under the effects of jet lag which despite my propensity for lying in my bed all day isn't as much fun as it should be. A long lie in bed should be exactly that, a long lie, not some kind of weird inability to sleep until 9am and passing out like a squaddie on parade in 1oo° heat and waking up five hours later with a mouth so dry there are cacti growing on it. Today I'll be mostly spending my time uploading the pictures from the holiday to mediafire so all you lot can look at them and think "Look, random people in sunshine." or whatever the hell it is ...

the masses from ever discovering that the politicos are busy selling the future down the river. Short bursts of programming, interspersed with quick fire advert breaks, make up the majority of American TV. Because of this the average American seems to me to have the attention span of a dead goldfish and the intelligence to match. A couple of days ago we stayed in a motel at cocoa beach where, due to an excessive consumption of Myers's dark rum , I got to talking to one. Firstly he started on the "Rag heads" then moved on to "Slopes" and finished with a rousing double barrelled denouncement of the "Camel Jockeys" and "Niggers." It took me all my time not to let loose with a volley of insults but for all I knew he may have had easy access to a firearm and may have taken things the wrong way. My shock at the lack of respect for any race, colour or creed led me to think that we had inadvertently stumbled into Cracker Central. Things like this c...

Rocket Engine. Command Module. The Obelisk. (What this has to do with NASA is beyond me.) A video display about Mars. Space Shuttle replica. Rocket. Space Shuttle and Rocket Boosters. NASA Badge. Command Module. Model of Rocket. JFK NASA building. Another Rocket.

There are some things you may only get one chance in your life to do. Seeing a shuttle launch is one of those things. Been there, done that. Honestly, there really aren't the words to describe the sight of a shuttle blasting towards space at a speed that you truly cannot comprehend. We've all broken the speed limit on occasion. Many of us have even strayed into triple digits on occasion and have pushed the boundaries of both sense and state troopers. But very few of us have opened the throttle on a machine capable of producing enough thrust to break free of the earth and go directly vertical for 50 miles in less time than it takes to say "Holy Jeebus, would you look at the god-damned speed of that thing." Image (c) NASA .

To keep y'all happy for the moment until I can find the time to write up some words for you.