John

Monday 30th of April: San Fran Extreme Biking

Heres a video of ian droping a ledge on our rented bicycles. Blazing Saddles HO!

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Monday 26th of Feb: a sideways video

On Friday Ralph and I ventured to climb a peak jutting from the summit of Whistler Mountain. It was not a massive lip drop but still rather scary. unfortunately this video does it no justice at all, plus we can’t work out how to rotate it. Never mind, Ralph stars in the short epic I shall dub “mellons never learn (decent)’.

Lots of love to my dad who I’ve heard is spending his time staring at walls and sleeping due to his chemotherapy. Perhaps Jess (my cat) was also privately seeking therapy throughout her lifetime, this may explain allot, although not the choc ice addiction.

In other news I have applied for a House-cleaning job again and am now thinking of joining my buddies on a brief trip around the US. It’s a difficult decision unfortunately hinged on the topic of most modern practical thinking: money verses fun. hmmm..

Jenn’s departure is rapidly approaching which is rather sad as i will miss her, but at least then i shall have an agent in the field to keep an eye on my parents, they could relocate anytime.

Ian is well Ian, sleeping in odd places, partying and enjoying the snow. I can’t deny a smidgen of envy as his scheduled hours reduce whilst mine maintain their rigid regime.

All in all i am rather happy if oddly stressed about my future back in England. Their is nothing like a full time cleaning job to push career ambitions. A terrifying thought for those related to me but I whole-heartedly wish to read a masters degree and provide focus to my rambling career path.

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Wednesday 3rd: overdue ramblings

welly, welly peoples it has been a while, consumed in the majority with working and snowboarding. i guess my current emotions can best be summed up in the forumals:

work=bad, snowboarding=good, work+snowboarding= no free time!

Things are going ’sub par’ to par at the moment, with the major negative being a couple of my work mates being rather nasty. lets just say my personality and that of a self confessed canadian hillbilly whos idea of humour is telling ‘lines’ are not proving to gell well. A far cry from the civil biscuit fueld life of the rhs. I have however made moves to switch jobs from nights to day cleaning at HOUSE which is where i live, and have an interview scheduled on the cards.

snowboarding is good, im trying to master the 360 now, which takes some “gehunezzz” to quote my man montana. other then that i have the new pentium mac book which is rather swish, especialy as you can talk to it. drink wise ive found the scotish delight J&B which i brought in the litre form. perhapse not quite the coniser choice but good value for the consier/boozer.

mmmm, what else to say? I worked christmas unfortunatly missing jenns meal. i didnt work new years however and went to a massive house party which was promtly closed by the police. tragicly my man james had to open and pour his booze away although prior to that we did climb through the back window which was fun!

well i guess thats my sumation, hope things are good for you and yours!

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November 24th: Good Luck dad

Greetings my furry and un-furry friends (please class yourselves as applicable). Today i am off up the mountain to ignore my aching arm and ride some pow pow (thats powder people.. get with the program). Snow boarding is fun and scary, perhapse fuary, but hey im getting better. As for work ive had my shifts changed which ment i’ve had the last few days off. Sunday will be the first of four night shifts in a row im hoping to survive. My first day was rather an ordeal that started with splattering my arm into what has now bloomed into an array of blacks and deep purples. After the crash i had to go to work for ten hours. This was rather nasty as i could not use my right arm, then the pain of my arm developed into a migraine which was toped of finally with exhaustion. This all culminated in a grand finaly of passing out while sitting on a bench. needless to say bed was as close to a sheet formed utopia as is humanly possible, plus i am still alive. I think i will sleep all day before the next shift.

right well i better be off. All the best to my dad who i will be thinking about lots in the next few days. If your reading this wish him the best for me.

Johnxx

November 4th: I killed again

the second mouse has died to my traping skills, and once again i was awoken by the snap of the trap to hear the small thing die. very sad, i hope somewhere all the mice i kill will get together for a cheese and wine party and toast my peanut buttery death traps. Now to build a bigger trap, much much bigger. with beer. i wonder how much pressure ill need to snap ians neck… hmmmmmm.

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Saturday October 14th: Happy Birthday Dad!!!

Let the beers be swilling and the good times be.. err.. good.

I shall rase a beaver in your honour. Thats the beer, unless i see one.

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Saturday October 7th: Preparing for the summit

I like my for-fathers before me (well dad) have traveled to north America, well OK i sat on a plane for ten hours, but i survived the meals (which were actually nice) and well OK, i didn’t die from deep vein thrombosis.

Now however i have made a first for my clan: buying the sleek ironing board of the mountains.. the snow board. It is black, my boots are white, symbols perhaps of theyinandyan of my journey. Maybe just a coincidence, only the shop sales assistant truly knows as i was lost under a mound of goggles, boots,bindings,board, socks, jacket and trousers or pants as they say here.

The spiritual ritual lasting 5 hours for us all to make right of passage, and alas my spirit guide the visa card may well need some time on the mountain.

soon i shall ride. so say my receipt.
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Thursday october 5th: A new dawn in dryness

Today i became a man, i had a self defining moment. I went into a shop, perused the soft linens, felt their weight, judged their colour, caressed their texture. no sniffing, i didn’t give myself away that easily. Then i went to the till and brought a towel. no longer will my sad looking t-shirt have to mop up after the dog shake.

I think its a good towel, i brought it from a loonies/pound shop that sold fish tank bedside lamps that once flicked on shows an aquatic scene of fish passing plastic coral. soothing.
on another expensive note i brought a macbook pro, which i will have next week. this will mean a new lovely shiny site soon…ish, with video!!

Big up’s to my auntie T appreciate the message, plus Squibbus for the email! and mark, i hope the itching stops (joke(not realy (joke))).

PS i saw bacon rasher shaped plasters and ian has the most studed belt ever.

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Tuesday october 3rd: A few sketches of my travels

Vancouver skyline is very nice. beats Woking anyway.. just.
To see my personal images visit: www.flickr.com/photos/johncowle

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Thursday September 21 2006: First night under the rainbow

Well my first day is a bit grey but that doesn’t reflect my mood which is decisively sunny… Jeeze. that was a bad way to start, but hey i am typing from Vancouver’s rainbow adorned gay district. The morning After a wrong turn and a lovely pint (with lemon) in a sexual minority pub was somewhat damped by the fact i was alone with Ian and worried our travel group may pass the window any minute and think ’so that’s why we lost them’. Today however is a new day to make mistakes or perhaps mill past the fetish shops and gimp outfits littering an otherwise normal street.

I have affirmed however that i am English! i can’t eat enough plus the large armoured tanks people here call automobiles scare me!!

well I’m off to get a bank account and find some other areas and eat some food.

rock

J