Alls Well Ends Well

Its funny how times slips by isn't it?
What initially seemed more like a long never-ending journey through an lesser known and unpaved route has now brought me to an excruciating end. With exams long forgotten, any thoughts of the near future were dispelled as soon as we climbed into the cars and drove off towards the hills.

To truth is, nothing beats the alcohol fuelled culture, the grimey streets of Maryhill, the F**king swearing, the oil-laden chips and curry, the fizz of Iron Bru and of course, the infamous mascots: the drunken NEDs or chavs studded with bling.
What would Gotham city be without crime?

I will miss the rugged plains of the highlands, the dusty pot-holed car journeys, the smell of fresh COW MANURE....

and very much so, the company of this quirky lot

I'm at the crossroads now, awaiting the next journey?

The montage: http://video.google.com/videosearch?q=mkwrap&emb=0&aq=f