Tuesday, 16 September 2008

Aberdeen: First impressions

The move went quite smoothly (I could be writing a very different blog post if a kind man driving on Lothian road hadn't pointed out that the back van doors weren't shut....) and I've got pretty much everything unpacked. The only box left is full of little bits and bobs that I'm sure have a natural home but I haven't quite found it yet. So far the flat seems like a really nice place to live. It's just off Union Street (Aberdeen's version of Princes Street) so it's nice and central and very convenient for the shops. The only downside to being so central is on a Friday and Saturday night you can hear the drunken harpies screaming their heads off on the street if you're in the living room. There's something so piercing about the tone of a drunk Scottish woman that no other nationality seems to have mastered, if Scotland ever gains independance I think they should incorporate a screeched verse of 'STACEEEEEEEEEEEY YA LITTLE CUNT GET BACK HEEEEEEEERE' into the national anthem. Thankfully my bedroom is at the back of the flat and the noise doesn't travel through otherwise I'd be calling up the Witch-Queen of Angmar (Palin's new moniker) for some tips on shooting.

Francis ended up staying for the weekend after helping me move so we decided to sample what nightlife Aberdeen had to offer. After watching the Big Brother final (I make NO apologies, it is entertaining if not intellectual) and consuming a rather large amount of wine we hit the mean streets of Aberdeen in search of the gay scene. Our first attempt at finding the club we'd seen on the internet was less than successful, the street it was supposed to be on was a slightly dark sidestreet - sans club. (I have since learnt that we were in the right place but it burnt down. Probably for the best). After several minutes spent looking rather lost out came the iPhone and we found another one. Having only come out last year and only having tried the gay scene in Edinburgh I'd never had the pleasure of a really bad gay club. I can now say that is no longer the case. I think I was the only woman in there with long hair, it was the most retro-flashback-gender-sterotyped-surreal place I've ever seen. All the women seemed to be in t-shirts, tracksuits and trainers sporting short spikey hair and all the men were uber camp and effeminate. Not quite GHQ......

Other observations of Aberdeen:
  • There are no recycling dumpsters in the city centre. I have to go to the big supermarket which is about 2 miles away. Grrr.
  • Buses are NOT CHEAP. 1.50 for a single ticket!
  • Alcohol is VERY CHEAP. 2.30 for a pint of Kronenburg. It's probably so that everyone can save up enough money to get the bus.
  • People hang out in the graveyard on Union Street. Not just teenagers with litre bottle of White Lightning but everyone. There are benches, people meet for lunch. It's the strangest thing. Maybe there aren't a lot of green spaces in Aberdeen and that's the closest thing they've got to Princes Street gardens. But still. It's a graveyard.
  • There are NO visible Post Offices. I'm aware that compaining about Post Offices makes me middle-aged.
  • Living by the beach is quite cool. I have childish joy at the presence of 2p machines in the arcade.
A video of the flat will follow when I get back on Friday. AND MY INTERNET WAS CONNECTED THIS MORNING. HERE I COME SPORE.

4 comments:

h2-the-foodie said...

post office- one on union street (your end, the west end) on the south side of the street but it's sort of half in a gift shop so not that obvious.

The big one is kinda on top of the shopping centre at the far end of union street (? st nicholas)...how to describe....if you go into WHSmith and then go upstairs and come out of the shop on that level and then walk away from union street towards the road that runs parallel to it (?schoolgate)...and it's there.

Also, can we have name/url commenting pls? I am having to use my live journal ID which is just weird.

Emiily said...

Done.

And thank you for the PO info - how comes you knows so much about Aberdeen?

helen said...

how many times does a girl have to tell another girl that in her previous job she had the dubious pleasure of spending three nights in a week, once or maybe twice a month, in a hotel in aberdeen and working at the Royal. It was a pretty miserable existence let me tell you but I did make resourceful use of my £20/day eating allowances and dine out all across aberdeen. If you need recommendations, my info is all a year out but probably still sound!

Emily said...

So you did. I'd love to say that this kind of thing won't happen again but I am notoriously bad at forgetting information and repeating myself. So you did. I'd love to say that this kind of thing won't happen again but....... ;)