Most of my December was down in Glasgow where it was great to catch up with lots of friends and colleagues and enjoy their hilarious jokes about Shetland being an inbred buttfuck backwater. Ha ha. Yes. Funny.
The Western Isles are 200 miles that way, mate. (points south west.) Don't get us mixed up.
It's all back to work this week, so while you're looking at this on your way back from the office:
I'll be looking at this on the way back from mine:
Enjoy your cappuccino at 3 in the morning, darlings. And your heroin.
Love,
Wee Scandi.x.
3 comments:
...and there's no such things as drugs in Shetland?!
http://www.bbc.co.uk/scotland/islandblogging/blogs/005566/0000010683.shtml
Of course there are drugs here, Mick, but Glasgow is the top dog.
And, of course, we can enjoy our smack in beautiful surroundings instead of up a random close.
Here's a more recent article for your interest.
http://www.shetland-news.co.uk/news_12_2008/Three%20jailed%20for%20heroin%20and%20cocaine.htm
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