nfotxn | My life is just like Coronation St only without polygamists and trannies. Unfortunately.

Ok, I promise I won't make any more incomprehensible postings from my cell phone. As long as everyone emails me a picture of themselves scantily clad... or better yet naked.

Yesterday was nice. As luck would have it the lady who helped me at the bank happened to be a good friend of my Aunt. This is how small inverness is:

"Hi, I'm looking to open an account." I say as I present my documents.
"Ahh, you're Canadian?" The lady says.
I take out my passport "Why yes, actually!"
"You must be Liz's Nephew!"

So seeing that she knew who I was I could cash my cheque and begin to eat again! Ok, it wasn't that bad but it was getting to the "Buy milk for coffee or get to work next week?" point.

Dropped a reasonable amount of money at the HMV and checked out the only Indie record store just off the High Street. What is it with non-big city record stores only selling fucking retro-Metal merchandise? Ok, it's because all the young middle-class kids these days are all depressed retro metal semi-goths trying to buy a sense of authenticity with their huge sums of disposable income. But fuck, really how many Lars Ulrich cast-iron figurines and SOAD trucker caps does the world really need? All I wanted was a planet-mu record or two. The best I could do was a DJ Vadim single. Enh, not really my cup of *ahem* organic tea.

Also bought another book "How to DJ (Properly)" which usually wouldn't be my cup of tea either. Which for the record is usually a spicy Chai or Earl Grey with milk and sugar. But I looking through it I found it was packed full of great history and tips that were practical and not too rudimentary. Although I would honestly say that the cutting edge is definitely not just with vinyl records. Still, the theory definitely applies and that's what I bought it for. The bit on The Industry is really cool.

I guess it's Halloween today which is an unofficial holiday of sorts in Britain. It's marketed but not really observed other than in rich suburbs. However I believe everyone does go out to the park, burn witches and of course get trashed some time this weekend. Incase you were unclear pretty much every Scotish Holiday involves "going on the piss". These holidays include Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday...