Right, I know I'm horribly late with this, I can blame only me own apathy and throw myself upon the sword of your collective mercy. I'm a terrible Internet friend
Creamy's Adventure in Braveheartland
One day there was a young man called Creamy who went on adventure to a magical land called 'Nottingham' and lo, it was good! He met several people there whose dress and manner of speaking scared and confused him
They told him they were natives of a wonderful and distant land called 'Scotland' where all were free to frolic and gambol in the heather. They told him he should come and visit them as it was a land of mystery and romance. In fact, they showed him some of the romance that night
Creamy decided this sounded like a jolly lark, and that he would come visit them. He spent the next few months all a-flutter with excitement as the date came closer and closer. He may have, in his youthful exuberance, threatened to 'kiss all the boys, scare the girls and shit in the punchbowl'. There's no picture for that. Be grateful.
And finally the time came, and Creamy and many of his friends sauntered in a casual manner up to a place called 'Edinburgh', a city full of magic, mystery and freaking awesome architecture. within five minutes of arriving they had heard a busker playing the bagpipes and a large drunken man shouting a lot, it was like they were putting it on for us especially
Having seen the size of their LUXURY FREAKING APARTMENT, Creamy's travelling companions got all excitable
But thankfully they remember what was really important, checking for new messages and insulting Doplex
After having used enough of their FREE WIRELESS in their LUXURY FREAKING APARTMENT, these brave chaps ventured out for a simply delightful meal at an excellent little Italian place somewhere near there. Apparently edinburgh is full of Italians? Who knew? And thank God for that, they make the best pizzas.
After that they went to meet their friends, have a jolly good time and, possibly, imbibe a healthy yet sensible number of fermented beverages
Creamy was quite pleased with the way the weekend was going as he appeared to be quite the hit with the ladies.
But unfortuantely not just the ladies
His success certainly didn't escape the notice of some of his friends, who were more than a little jealous, having put so much work into tying to develop a womaniser's reputation of their own
Soon the natives arrived to show us some of that famous Northern hospitality, and they proved to be wonderfully amiable company. Stirling fellows, one and all. They even showed us a little of that romance we were promised
And it was all jolly japes and shennanigans for all, everyone had the most lovely time! Even those who might have started a little grumpy
soon got into the swing of things
However, I would like to get a little serious for a moment. For the most part us SGUK folks are a quiet, clean-living, god-fearing lot. We say grace with every meal, we don't indulge in sin, we don't truck with Satan. We are all decent, honest, hard-working people. However, two people blighted our reputations that evening with their scandalous behaviour and I would just like to stand up and say that behaviour like this has NO PLACE in SGUK. EVER.
However, that aside, come 4am it was time for us all to roll on home and try and get some sleep, as this was only supposed to be a warm-up night and the real thing was tomorrow. So we all went home and snatched a few hours rest before the next day's festivities. For some reason, many of Creamy's travelling companions felt quite poorly the next morning, and didn't seem to want to be up bright and early and full of beans like him. Maybe the whitefish they'd all eaten last night had been a bit off? Creamy couldn't think of any other reason why they'd all be tired and sick and headachey. So anyway, while they waited to feel a bit better, Creamy decided to go exploring and act the typical tourist.
He even had fun surprising some of the locals!
After he'd had a good wander, it was time for more festivities with his friends, Creamy rejoined them and they went on to a number of bars and pubs. Some of them wanky style bars, but no matter! What was important was the good company, and there was good company in spades!
Until finally, 4am rolled round again, and Creamy was quite the tired little bunny by this point, so he ambled home once again for some more sleep. the next day was preoccupied with leaving, adn everyone was very sad to go home because of all the lovely new friends they made, but if they didn't go home there was a very strong chance they would die of FUCKING LIVER FAILURE so go they must
Until the next time you lovely Scotch people!
Creamy's Adventure in Braveheartland
One day there was a young man called Creamy who went on adventure to a magical land called 'Nottingham' and lo, it was good! He met several people there whose dress and manner of speaking scared and confused him
They told him they were natives of a wonderful and distant land called 'Scotland' where all were free to frolic and gambol in the heather. They told him he should come and visit them as it was a land of mystery and romance. In fact, they showed him some of the romance that night
Creamy decided this sounded like a jolly lark, and that he would come visit them. He spent the next few months all a-flutter with excitement as the date came closer and closer. He may have, in his youthful exuberance, threatened to 'kiss all the boys, scare the girls and shit in the punchbowl'. There's no picture for that. Be grateful.
And finally the time came, and Creamy and many of his friends sauntered in a casual manner up to a place called 'Edinburgh', a city full of magic, mystery and freaking awesome architecture. within five minutes of arriving they had heard a busker playing the bagpipes and a large drunken man shouting a lot, it was like they were putting it on for us especially
Having seen the size of their LUXURY FREAKING APARTMENT, Creamy's travelling companions got all excitable
But thankfully they remember what was really important, checking for new messages and insulting Doplex
After having used enough of their FREE WIRELESS in their LUXURY FREAKING APARTMENT, these brave chaps ventured out for a simply delightful meal at an excellent little Italian place somewhere near there. Apparently edinburgh is full of Italians? Who knew? And thank God for that, they make the best pizzas.
After that they went to meet their friends, have a jolly good time and, possibly, imbibe a healthy yet sensible number of fermented beverages
Creamy was quite pleased with the way the weekend was going as he appeared to be quite the hit with the ladies.
But unfortuantely not just the ladies
His success certainly didn't escape the notice of some of his friends, who were more than a little jealous, having put so much work into tying to develop a womaniser's reputation of their own
Soon the natives arrived to show us some of that famous Northern hospitality, and they proved to be wonderfully amiable company. Stirling fellows, one and all. They even showed us a little of that romance we were promised
And it was all jolly japes and shennanigans for all, everyone had the most lovely time! Even those who might have started a little grumpy
soon got into the swing of things
However, I would like to get a little serious for a moment. For the most part us SGUK folks are a quiet, clean-living, god-fearing lot. We say grace with every meal, we don't indulge in sin, we don't truck with Satan. We are all decent, honest, hard-working people. However, two people blighted our reputations that evening with their scandalous behaviour and I would just like to stand up and say that behaviour like this has NO PLACE in SGUK. EVER.
However, that aside, come 4am it was time for us all to roll on home and try and get some sleep, as this was only supposed to be a warm-up night
and the real thing was tomorrow. So we all went home and snatched a few hours rest before the next day's festivities. For some reason, many of Creamy's travelling companions felt quite poorly the next morning, and didn't seem to want to be up bright and early and full of beans like him. Maybe the whitefish they'd all eaten last night had been a bit off? Creamy couldn't think of any other reason why they'd all be tired and sick and headachey. So anyway, while they waited to feel a bit better, Creamy decided to go exploring and act the typical tourist.
He even had fun surprising some of the locals!
After he'd had a good wander, it was time for more festivities with his friends, Creamy rejoined them and they went on to a number of bars and pubs. Some of them wanky style bars, but no matter! What was important was the good company, and there was good company in spades!
Until finally, 4am rolled round again, and Creamy was quite the tired little bunny by this point, so he ambled home once again for some more sleep. the next day was preoccupied with leaving, adn everyone was very sad to go home because of all the lovely new friends they made, but if they didn't go home there was a very strong chance they would die of FUCKING LIVER FAILURE so go they must
Until the next time you lovely Scotch people!
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