A new beginning...

I finally did it, I finally moved my rather soft behind over to the land of taxation, Telemark skis, cheese cutters and shops that stay shut on Sundays, leaving Cameron's big society behind me.  It has been a rather long time coming, really boring grown-up things getting in the way of our progress such as redundancy, the housing crisis, language barriers, long term relationships and various family events, good and bad.

If you were to ask Anita or myself what we miss most about the UK, by the UK, I mean Scotland; it is the friends that we would usually bump into in the street, the friends on nights of boozy dinners, cheesy nightclubs and stanley casino climaxes, deep, topical and sometimes emotional discussion after far too many jagerbombs, BBQs where the weather is always slightly too windy and being able to walk into a chippy and ask for a half pizza supper - the phenomena that is donor pizza and deep-fried haggis has not made its way over to Nordic lands as yet.

Anyway, rather than reminisce about all of the friends I used to paint the town of Edinburgh with like some soppy romantic novel, I thought I would share my experiences of this quaint little country with you all so see if what I made of it rings true with any of you.  Experiences good and bad, frustrating and fantastic will all be shared in glorious erm, black and white text.  And perhaps the odd picture, I am known to sometimes take my camera places.


I'll do my best to update this once a week to give you an idea of what this strange little rich country is like to live in.  Comments and critique appreciated, one day I want to do this for a living.


Lots of love,


Tony