One of the people who i was most excited to meet here was Tim. He's the lead singer for a Gaelic Punk band "Mill a h-uile Ruid" (trans: Destroy Everything).
He's the person here whose politics are closest to mine as far as I can tell.
His Gaelic is also . . . uh . . . better than mine.
So i've been hanging out with him and his chums when i can. Always play tennis with people better with you (unless you want to just feel superior and then cripples it is!).
So, we went to Eilean Iarmann (AEluhn EErmuhn). Eilean mean island. But this isn't really an island. Just a very small town. it's not event a town. it's like . . . 10 houses. it's not even a neighbourhood. anyway, it's owned by Ian Noble (the rich, banker dude who started the college to which i am going).
Here's the bar from the outside.
Inside i am:
a) worshipped by a devilish cult (notice the devil signs on tim's hands)
b) about to be sacrificed by a devilish cult (notice the devil signs on tim's hands)
c) Tim snuck behind my photo.
observe me stunt my fellow students with the following magical trick . . .
"you see here this ordinary glass of water . . . behold as it . . ."
they were not impressed either.
and what evening can be complete without the town drunk (Gus in this case) vascillating between entertaining and berating the tourists.