It's a holiday surprise, and a bright one at that...

Oh, how I wish that were true. Someone, anyone, surprise me. God lads, I'd love to go on a holiday. For almost any length of time, to almost any destination. Even though the Old Country seems positively Arcadian at the moment with azure blue skies and lush green grass as far as the eye can see I still feel an urge to feck off to some mystery destination. I guess I'm just a bit tired of the routine of life. I suppose it's sometimes necessary just to take a break.

It's a funny time of the year, though, and your mid 20's are a strange time in your life. The summer, for me, always conjures up ideas of jetting off to some exotic location to drink strange cocktails and fornicate in the sand. Whilst your 20's sometimes seem as your last years of temporary freedom from the stultifying doldrums of the 9 to 5 routine. So here I am, stuck with those two ideas in my head and feeling very sorry for myself that I'm sitting at a boring desk in a boring job doing boring work. Or, as the case may be, writing this boring blog. Sometimes I feel deep hatred for all my friends who've jetted off to Australia and South America for the year. Other times it's merely an intense dislike. Those hideous, tanned, despicable, happy PRICKS.

It's hard to definitively say WHY we feel this urge to travel but let me have a go for the craic. To travel is essentially to fulfil the most basic and primal of human urges - the neverending search. For answers where none exist, for meaning in a world that may, for all we will ever know, have none. We are all looking for something, an answer to life's unanswerable. Our innate desire to travel perhaps best illustrates that. Or perhaps I'm talking a load of ould bollocks, it's been known to happen. But I think mankind will always want a new frontier, greater lands to conquer, new horizons to explore. Our search will drive us to greater things as time goes by, endless frontiers and unreachable horizons far beyond what we can imagine today. But for now, for me, anywhere will do...well, except maybe for the Middle East. I don't need my balls blown off by some deranged Muslim suicide bomber.



Although he looks like quite a nice young fella doesn't he?