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It’s May, it’s rapidly turning into summer, the Gabrovo beer festival is in town (with one beer on sale… woo festi-val) and I spent a day hungover on Sunday which all culminated to mean that I have spruced up the old blog. New colour scheme – oooh, new font ooooh and nuff new features, including a soundtrack to listen to whilst you read (unless you’re at work in a stuffy accountants wearing business salmon and a ‘wacky’ tie) and a poll, on your right, which will change regularly and help me make some very important decisions – so make sure you vote people (if for no other reason than to halt the rise of Dave and Boris, who I was disappointed to see has pussied out of the environmentally driven lawsuit with Thames Water yesterday… not a good start, even if he is hilarious)

Settling into Gabrovo now. Got a couple of mates down the local boozer who have been revelling in Liverpool’s untimely demise against Chelski in the champions league semis. Neither of them speak a great deal of English but we have managed to communicate/bond in a multitude other ways. They are both local boys and as such conform to local boy status, namely: they drink shit loads of rakia; they love ‘the maiden’ (that Iron Maiden to those of you without permanent black eye liner) and almost all “heavy metal”… accordingly I told them I was a Sabbath man which got me nuff respect… well, until they got the barman to put some on the tin pot stereo and I didn’t recognise it at all… not entirely surprising as I only know one tune (gonna have to bite the head off a bat or something to redeem myself); they’re also well into football… or at least they can name almost every team in the football league including Grimsby Town and Oxford Unite…oh no, they’re not in the league anymore are they? Furthermore, they cemented their place as local lads when they asked “do you know Samantha fox?” - “why?” I hear you shout as Sam stupidly did, “big tities” came the response, compete with mime. Not bad for two guys whose vocab otherwise comprises “Yeovil Town”, “Iron Maiden-Number One” and “fuck you Manchester United”. They still don’t believe that the former page 3 idol is now a carpet muncher (sorry awful expression).

Anyway, enough about that, I thought it was about time for an update on the old mud palace. So here goes: Pete and I have been digging out floors downstairs so we can stop bashing our heads every 5 seconds on the ceiling; we’ve built a small retaining wall to stop the front of the house falling down on us when we dug out the floors; we’ve mortared ridge tiles on our watertight barn roof and constructed new ceilings in the dining room and lounge – yes that’s dining room and lounge. Not that you’d recognise either of the muddy walled/floored rooms as such, but hey, we’ve gotta call them something. So pretty busy really. We are also in the process of getting quotes for our new double glazed windows – all 12 of them - and connecting the place up to the mains electric supply… wooo yeah. If we’re not careful, we’ll be putting a toilet in next!

Photos to prove I’m not a liar have been uploaded onto Flickr here:http://www.flickr.com/photos/welsbyinbulgaria

Also, check these guys out – been lovin’ the hotstepper this week: http://tinyurl.com/59hp2e

Back in the UK for yet more weddings in June so maybe see you there… please feel free to assist in my costume decision making process on the poll to your right (really plugging the poll).

Oh – and also, nuff respect to Taylor, Stevo, Claire and Mum for getting involved and leaving some top comments last time round. Salty cheese in the post.
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