So as many of you know (or I suppose, as none of you know, because I’ve been neglecting this poor, poor blog, like some unwanted child that failed to live up to a parent’s expectation), Becky and I were invited to attend a faraway birthday party for some idiot with whom I used to live (sorry Nick, you may be Prince Nicholai in Romania, but you’re still the idiot with whom I used to live to me). It was a very fancy event at the Royal Palace (or a royal palace, I don’t know, there were a lot of palaces involved), and it was preceded by a delightful tour of some of the sights that Romania had to offer (including the inside of a bus, the views outside the bus from inside a bus, and the view of the outside of a bus from outside a bus).
… and of course we took a bunch of photos, because we’re piece of shit millennials.
Well, it took me a while, but I’ve finally finished going through my holiday photos from that time Becky and I went to St Lucia at the end of last year. It’s great. You’ve got goats, mountains, palm trees, uh, I think there are some fish in there, maybe a weird plant. Oh, and my girlfriend in a bikini, so that’s always good.
Well, my holiday photos are up, and as you guys all know, I take awesome holiday photos.
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Here we find a picture I took of my lovely lady friend with a wonderful backdrop of the Edinburgh sky line. I don’t often post my random photos on here, but this one is pretty cool. Edinburgh is quite an extraordinary place. From afar, it looks like a scene from a bombed out Eastern European […]
I finally worked up the energy to upload my holiday photos from when Becky and I went to the south of France about six months ago. Here’s a few of the better ones, but for the full list (and don’t worry, they don’t suck) click here.
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So Becky and I took a little visit to a fancy manor house recently. It was a pretty grand estate, formally in the possession of the British Royal Family. I even took a pee where the Queen’s mother used to pee… But don’t tell the queen. It was filled with all sorts of fancy-schmancy paintings and antiques and creepy wax sculptures, but unfortunately I’m not allowed to publish any photos of the interior.
So, in lieu of that, here are some pictures of Becky and I wandering around outside.
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