It was a wee ripper ...

I knew it wouldn't be long before the calls came. Where are you? Or, more importantly, what's happened to the blog, which is continuing to impress, even in Wisconsin where Clintorious, the artist formerly known as Clintor from Rivjuando's buck's party wrote: "I dig your blogs."

I've been in absentia for a number of days and that'a due to a number of things. It could be best summed up by an e-mail I received from LD, which I read just a few moments ago: "Hey, I am swamped with work, but I’m a little worried about you ... no blog entries. Hope you are just having too much fun to write."

Indeed, it has been fun. Since my American tour of duty ended on Wednesday when I flew back to the Mother Country, I might as well have had beer inserted via an IV drip. Needless to say, the body and the wallet have taken a massive hit. The honeymoon with United Kingdom prices is well and truly over, although my Aussie hosts in Glasgow, UDI Can and the Rayman, took me to a pub that had £1.50 Crownies. And it wasn't a Walkabout!

Cousin Slugg returned from a "work cruise" on Saturday and we went to Notting Hill and the Portobello Market before reuniting with The Settle Inn for what started to be a really big night. While Can't Stop The Rush slept until 4pm the next day, we both went back to The Settle Inn for the legendary roast chickens dinners they serve on Sundays.

Bussed it to Glasgow on Monday where JB's tour of Anglo-speaking countries continued. Did I mention I'm going to Ireland next Tuesday for a week? Oh well. Scotland is an awesome place. I feel partly guilty for spending an hour in a little Internet cafe in Edinburgh right now but the public have a right to know!

In short, I did a tour of Glasgow on Tuesday and went to the Scottish Highlands yesterday. Nessie was nowhere to be seen, but what I did witness was some mindblowingly beautiful landscape. Today, I've enjoyed the totally Scottish experience of Edinburgh before I head back to Glasgow for my final night and for more cheap Crownies. We'll have some Scottish drinks too, including Irn-Bru, which along with chips and gravy are a magical hangover cure. Not that I've needed them.

Even though they knocked Geelong out of the finals race, I'm hoping Sydney beat West Coast in the AFL GF. Along with many other Aussies, I'll be waking up at 4am on Saturday morning and watching it at a pub in Fulham.