Modest Mango

I am sitting at the entrance to Glacier National Park, MT, waiting for my Seattle pictures to finish uploading onto Flickr. It’s morning out of interest. This is my first experience of the Mountain time and I’m feeling a little jaded from the hour time difference. However, the three tight-lipped Scots seem pretty old hand at this stuff now. Particularly Neil, are self-proclaimed ‘best driver in the group’.

600 miles ago we were in Seattle, WA. We saw a lot, and we certainly walked a lot. We visited Pike Place Market a lot, gandered down the same avenue about seventeen hundred times, saw Qwest and Safeco. Mariners tickets were sadly just too expensive. Glen also bought the biggest apple any of us have ever seen. Here it is beside one of my measly Washington cherry.

There were other highlights but the most surreal happening in Washington state was coming across this sign:

We duly went in, turned down the opportunity for a $6 pint of harp – ‘four pints of harp por favor’ – and sipped on our lager for two hours until…

Like I said, surreal. Despite Neil’s protests we felt it was time to see more of Seattle though and left Fado. But we couldn’t escape Everton FC.

They look like the Harlem Globetrotters…

Well, Glen’s laptop is about to die, we have a mountain range to negotiate and we don’t have Neil ‘Colin McCrae’ Finlayson at the wheel. Instead our lives will be in Steve’s hands.

After trawling through some stats for mm I came across this:

Could DC be googling Thomas before offering him a job? This is likely.

Yes, it’s the annual mm summer holiday theme change. It’s sad how we can get bored of something so quickly isn’t it?

Case in point – Remember Arial? Yes, the font. Genius in its simplicity and elegance, I always wondered why Times New Roman was the default in Word. Why would I ever need a font that wasn’t Arial? That was last year. Now? I’m pretty sick of it. I’ve seen it too much. I’ve used it too much. Dozens of University essays later and I’m through with it. I’ve got a new love now. Her name is Calibiri and she can be seen spelling out the name of our website at the top left hand corner of your screen.

At the very top of the page you’ll notice what will no doubt be either a classic one-liner, some profound commentary on life or an example of peerless poetic wit. All in less than 140 characters of course. The moment I knew Twitter had made it was when I overheard a couple of sixty year old ladies having a conversation about it in Glasgow. Follow us: @chanstheorem, @cdburrows, @fucithalmike, @sirchristo.

Do you see a huge mango on the page? A very modest looking mango, I’m sure you would agree. It’s the kind of mango that won’t be winning any fruit beauty pageants but one that you would happily bring home to meet your parents. Sure, she’s got a few black dimples over her skin but you know that once you’re underneath she’s got that juicy, soft, delicious flesh. Because at the end of the day that’s what this blog has always been about – juicy, soft, delicious flesh.