Running On Holiday Is A Pleasure.
My weekends away were always disastrous in the past. Always involved beer, wine, absinthe and a new city that I would ‘explore’ in a completely broken state.
It was never any fun as I always booked shitty accommodation and factored in whether the hostel/Travelodge was close enough to a Wetherspoons to really get the party started.
It was this time 10 years ago that I got thrown out of The Auld Hoose in Edinburgh for playing a wee song on repeat by a bunch of Welsh socialists. It was just a miserable weekend. Too much scrumpy. Too much absinthe. Too much whiskey. Didn’t know how to have fun any other way.
I thrived off confrontation. I was always angry as I never felt OK in myself. I have this thing where I’m always very hard on my old self but I was honestly doing my best with what I had at the time. I didn’t really know how to cope, to have fun like a normal person and I just tried to get as far away from my uncomfortable sober self as I could.
I’d take the weekend I’m having now over that weekend 10 years ago. Shit really is better these days and I need to be more thankful for what I have. I’m starting to warm to the room more but I’m a bit concerned as to why there is a fucking telephone in the bathroom. Alligators down the toilet.
Running on holiday is always a pleasure. There’s nothing better than jogging and then having hot chocolate and a fucking crazy Dutch sandwich after it. I’d take it all day over being in a night club and drinking warm Red Stripe out of a can just to try to keep some animalistic buzz on.
I like running in Holland as they have bike lanes everywhere on the outskirts of town and I think runners are allowed to use them to. Maybe not. I just ran 8 miles on one around The Hague and didn’t get stabbed.
I had more Dutch people shouting shit at me and I honestly can’t understand a fucking word of it. Well I can. That’s the problem. Dutch to me sounds like what English sounds like after suffering a mild concussion. I don’t know why people are so mouthy around here. It seems like a nice place. Not that many tourists fucking up the scene.
It’s even worse than Belfast in riot season though in terms of verbal GBH.
I like the Hague but the people are like those fucking swans I had to run past in the Paddington Arm of the Grand Union Canal. Fucking full of hate and war.