After a bit of a sojourn, which included visiting 8 different cities over 2 countries(3 if you ask the Scots), an even more fucked up economy, a new manager and another disaster for Chelsea,more drunken shenanigans and a crazy new ambition in life that goes somewhere on lines of me commentating with Michael Holding on test matches in Barbados and in my spare time riding around Eastern Europe and Central Asia on a Royal Enfield scripting my own motorcycle diary and running the elections for Indian Prime Minister in 2029, Lacksidasical E. makes a comeback.
Sounds crazy.Maybe.Che did it, all the while chewing a Cuban cigar. There is no reason as to why I,Cuban cig or no Cuban cig, cannot.Atleast the Indian elections part.(yes, becoming Indian PM is easier than commentating on a cricket match with Michael Holding, that accent is wicked and unmatchable)
So, as you can see from the overlying theme in the words above.Nothing much has changed.I still write in tangents and at odd hours(its 5 in the morning as I write this.).
Now I can start talking about this quarter and go on about the cliches of college life. The weird diet, 4 am laundry or more intriguingly, drunk people spewing up on my laundry. But the these past months have have left their imprints on me.
First and foremost, Seattle. Its been interesting to say the least and I have to conclude Seattle is one sweet city. Rubbish nightlife, but the gorgeous bohemian overtones more than make up for that blip.
Sure our sports team suck. A combination of rubbish from the Huskies, the Mariners and the Seahawks has meant that Seattlelites are actually looking forward to the Sounders and this bald underwear model. God help us!!
But coming back to a personal standpoint, Seattle has to be the most laid-back city I have come across. And I meant that as a complement. The grey clouds, the lakes, Rainier and the Cascades and the Puget Sound all sort of conglomerate to form what is a very 'chill' city. Even the bums are chilled out!!
I cannot think of a better city, where a few mates can walk to the waterfront, sip a high quality local brew and smoke a quality Davidoff, the breakfast of champions as they say.
Even back in the heady days of December 08', I was on a transatlantic flight from New York to London, from JFK to Heathrow,from Broadway to West End, from an American city trying to be European to an European city trying to be American. Its a transition that makes the world tick;without doubt the most influential route that the world has ever witnessed. And I sit in the middle of it, sipping low quality Californian wine, and sitting next to a Catholic nun with a terrible Manchester accent.And I was thinking about it, that I am going to a country that is just an island obsessed with tea and page 3 models with big fake tits.The best city there is full of people who for the most part do'nt even consider themselves a part that grotesque culture and wear skirts to show their nationalistic pride.I am so getting drunk there!!
And boy I did and even wore a kilt(rather comfortable). But the point is that despite all the crazy shenanigans and recovery from hangovers on freezing train rides(damn you National Express and your cheap ale!!), it did not feel as comforting as Seattle. Neither did NY or L.A. or London. Do'nt get me wrong, I love the Isles and dote Edinburgh. But all these places are too edgy, bit stuck up even.But Seattle is just like a long, comfy and warm train ride(in which you may or may not be high).
I think thats enough scribbling, so till next time.Hasta Siempre!!
