Well here I am again, Bonnie Scotland.
Such a salubrious office too. It is made from metal and has no heating. I was sat at the desk for most of the day but it's OK, I can feel my feet again now.
I'm watching a TV programme about Inuits living in the Artic and they are hunting Narwhals.
They also catch birds, with a net, and store them in an empty seal skin. 500 birds in one seal, covered in a bit of fat and buried in the ground. Keeps for months apparently. Don't think I'll bother trying this recipe though, not with being a vetinarian and all.
One doz, number 12. That's my room number tonight if anyone wants to pop in and say "hello", maybe bring me a cake or something. I'm not too keen on Iced Fingers though, in fact I really dislike them.
The birds I mentioned earlier get fermented whilst in the seals empty skin and gets a taste like intense Gorgonzola cheese. You can eat every bit of the bird; feathers, bones, guts, legs, everybloodything. Why would you want to eat a dead bird that has been stuffed inside an empty seal skin, buried for three months coated in seal fat that tastes like stinky cheese?
Not sure if I'll be writing a blog for the next coulpe of days. It's not that I can't be arsed, but I am visiting my daughters in Somerset this weekend and, I hate to tell you this, they are ever-so slightly more important than you lot.
I definitely won't be doing one tomorrow, as I am driving from Glasgow to Somerset, via Doncaster, and I think I may be a little tired. I'll try and do one on Saturday, but I'll not promise.............