The Final Countdown

It's Friday night.  Saturday then Sunday are all that remains.  Like a prize fighter defending his title for the 10th time, I'm calm.  I haven't done this before though.  It's my first trip overseas.  It's my first trip for any time longer than a week.  It's my first trip alone.

Physically alone only.  I'll have a few people with me in spirit:  My girlfriend to see the amazing sights through beer coloured glasses.  My dad to have a pint with while pondering the mysteries of Sherlock Holmes.  My mom's hopes and dreams in the green hills of Ireland.

Okay, enough sentimentality.

Beer will be consumed.  People who don't speak English will be put off by my dry, sarcastic, assholey persona.  My feet will stink, my beard will become unruly and through it all I'll be enjoying the shit out of myself.

This blog (don't call me a blogger) will chronicle my adventures and experiences.  Expect lots of swear words.  Expect terrible photographs.  Expect made up words and terms (like 'assholey' up there).  Hopefully it'll be interesting and funny, if for no one else, for me.