Fear Of Being Bias

Fear Of Being Bias

My plan was to write a blog on both sides of the independence debate, which is currently going on in Scotland, with a vote due to take place in a few days. I was going to blog facts from either side, to make something that people can read through. I thought that would be a simple tactic, be honest and impartial. It, however, has not been that easy.

I started out the campaign, sitting in the ‘No’…

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I’m sure removing non-tweeters from who I follow on Twitter counts as housework. Yep, so sure of it. In that case, I have been so busy today.

tidying up isn’t happening. surprise!!!!


Daria + MBTI

No surprise it has me as Jane. Must be why I liked her character so much.

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Where are the songs, iTunes? Where are they? 😠

Where are the songs, iTunes? Where are they? 😠

circus. I want to go

circus. I want to go

Germany Trip

Up early doors for a 7am flight. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit nervous, seeing as I hadn’t been on a plane in 15 years. Everything was fine though, reading Anna Karenina and listening to my iPod got me through that flight. Thankfully the flight was only an hour and a half. 

We landed at Frankfurt-Hahn airport a bit earlier than planned. And then jumped on the bus to Frankfurt. This is where we realised, after traveling for 2 and a half hours, the airport was a wee bit further away from Frankfurt than we expected. The bus air conditioning was rotten, and by the time we got to Frankfurt, I for one, was a little bit sticky. But after sunning ourselves for about an hour, we jumped on the next bus. It was another 2 and a half hours, with bad air conditioning. But at least there was free wi-fi. 

Got dropped off next to Dortmund’s train station. And ventured into the information to find out where the hotel was. Because, you see, we were in Germany, and neither me or my pal could speak any German. We were pointed to the right direction, to an hourly train, which we had to travel a few stops. And then thanks to google maps, found that the hotel was just a 5 minute walk from the train station. 

After checking in, dumping our bags and a freshen up, we headed back into Dortmund town center. Scotland fans were EVERYWHERE. And everyone had claimed the main square as Tartan Army territory. It was crazy, thousands of fans everywhere, it was packed. Had several beers, chatted to loads of people. The banter was immense, with bagpipers, singing, bubbles in the fountain, and loads of laughs. 

Travel days are always long, no matter where you are going, but I’m glad that we went out for a few drinks. Saw how impressive the Tartan Army can be. 



I’m lying in bed watching a program about Scottish Wrestlers and wishing my cramps away. As miserable as I feel, I am glad that I didn’t get my ‘monthlies’ till I got home from Germany. But now, big bag of Doritos and cookies come to me. 
I am back to work tomorrow, but going to spend a wee bit bumming around Tumblr. So, if you are bored, like me, feel free to say ‘hiya’. 

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ok but there was a bus filled with potatoes driving around my town today



oh Ireland. I knew you loved potatoes but this is extreme.

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