Many more photographs here.

My companions and hosts, on the Seil side of the Bridge Over the Atlantic:

It is traditional in Scotland to install boat cabins on the tops of hills (they’re used as hides when hunting haggis):

Tigh Beg is often surrounded by bleating idiots like this one:

Here’s a nice photo of Ruthie:

And here I am, attempting to email copy to The Herald (it only took four attempts):

At Ellenabeich you will find the Highland Arts Exhibition (and an excellent microbrewery):

Inside the Highland Arts Exhibition hangs the work of outsider polymath C. John Taylor:

And finally, especially for Guy, a mostly-rotten sheep carcass:

More photographs are available here, or will be soon. Fans of needless geowankery can have a look at part of one of our walks on Google Maps (annoyingly, I didn’t remember that my new ‘phone has all sorts of fancy GPS features until halfway through our final trek).

Apparently, my friends and I spent those years dying our hair, getting into various states of disrepair and going to Optimo every Sunday without fail. Also, I was quite disturbingly thin, Hannah had enormous eyes, and Leon looked like a small Mancunian child.

Click on the terrifying photograph below to see a slideshow.

The Big Unmasking of Pseudonymous IDs Native to Glasgow (BURPING), now aptly renamed to Party Uncovers Knowledge of IDs Native to Glasgow (PUKING), was a hoot. Thanks to Biotron for gathering the Glaswegian citizens of Flickr.

This telephone video documents one of many highlights of the evening—the moment when a Japanese man threw fried egg at our faces.

Also posted to MetaFilter, where a discussion may or may not ensue.

Despite my tendency to sneeze photically whenever I so much as think of the sun, I really like the photographs submitted to the Solar Max group on Flickr:

A good rule of thumb, though not absolute: If it hurts your eyes to look at your subject, or through the viewfinder, chances are you’ve got a good Solar Max canidate.

The laptop will remain at home, but I’ll be taking my mobile telephone with me, so if you really need to get in touch, ring it.

For a remote taste of my holidays, please gaze upon this pair of giant donkeys, who I will be visiting:

A great gig at the nightclub by Messrs Spastachrist and De Reve. Photograph stolen from veryape because mine are cack. Audio excerpt may follow shortly if the artistes grant permission.

Update: Leon “Birthday Boy” McDermott has more snaps and the hoped-for audio excerpt will not now appear, due to visibility issues when setting MiniDisc levels through a terrifying mask.

They’re divided up into sets for your viewing convenience: Budapest (7610) contains images captured with my Nokia 7610 telephone, Budapest (Lomo, Black & White) and plain old Budapest (Lomo) probably don’t require an explanation.

Oh, and there’s another fifty-odd photographs awaiting upload. I wonder how I had time to do anything but point a camera at stuff while we were there.