by botherer on Jun.27, 2004, under The Rest
Such is my international jet-setting lifestyle, that finding the time to go to France is becoming quite tricksome. Which seems weird.
July 12th I’m off to Paris for the night, for WORK. Oh, such hard, hard work. POOR ME. Send money.
And then July 23rd I’ve been bullied into going to Amsterdam for an overgrown weekend. Seriously, bullied. We get to go there and back by an overnight ferry, and I love ferries. I’m not sure if that’s weird or not. I’ve no time for all that nonsense about being seasick. What rubbish. It’s just people trying to spoil fun. Like hayfever – the psychosomatic need to spoil a sunny day. (And don’t come at me with your “scientific proof” – you can prove anything with accurate evidence – I know what you snivelly red-eyed people are really up to).
So that leaves me the time inbetween, which isn’t so much, really. Hopefully the two daft people who have suggested they’ll come will be free those days, or the whole thing falls apart. That’s not strictly the case – it means it has to happen after August 21st when the prices come down again, but then one of my compatriots will be doing his silly job as a doctor. Pah.
It should all at least provide some exciting stories to put here, if nothing else. And I will be able to use my time in Paris (approx. 7 minutes) to deliberately not find out any information that might be useful, at all. On that matter, I’ve been leant a big book on the Templars by the kindly Alec. I’m not sure whether reading it will constitute planning ahead, so I’m a bit wary. I might read the historical parts only, and if I think it might be about to suggest anything useful regarding the current location of the treasure, I shall fling the book at a wall, run from the room, and sleep for at least six hours.
This is all proving amazingly cheap. If the place I’m looking at in France is available, it’s only going to cost about £50 each, plus food and the petrol to drive down. But there’s a little kitchen in the trailer thing, so we can buy all the ingredients for meals beforehand, and then leave them on the side to rot while we go and buy chips. Paris is work, so no expenses at all. In fact, I get paid! I only just remembered. And Amsterdam is amazingly cheap too. Especially since Nick’s paying – then paying him back over the next few months. Hurrah! Send money.
Here are just some of the treasure-concealing locations I intend to plunder:
A Castle Somewhere
Another Castle Somewhere Else
Almost Certainly Another Castle
June 27th, 2004 on 16:45
But, just as importantly, you get to visit Victoria’s beloved HULL, from where we get the ferry!
June 28th, 2004 on 17:45
castle pretty. work bad. have fun.