I are viking. I destroy David Cameron.

My days off usually consist of very little that makes any difference but I feel that today was well spent. My Granny came over late morning to look into our family tree (as they don't have the internet and I am the one who is best at negotiating the internets). We spent the morning and most of the afternoon trawling through records online, eventually reaching back to a Henry Dougall, born in 1776, and his parents; Laurence Dougall and Margaret Low; who will have been born even before the battle of Culloden. That is pretty damn good work in my opinion. A much less distant relative, born in the 1890's and who died in the 1960's had her death certificate unviewable to the public; my Granny knows only that she died in an asylum near Glasgow called Hawkshead, and she was never told any more. We have ordered an official copy of the certificate so that should prove... interesting. I really got into the detective side of pouring through the information, finding out about my relatives. It makes me want to try it on my father's side as well in the near future, so I can create a full family tree spanning back as much as two hundred and fifty years. The title relates to the fact that my surname is of Scandinavian descent, though I severely doubt that I will be able to trace back far enough to find out if I truly am a Norseman all by myself.

This evening I watched Heston's 80's Feast which was, as always, entertaining and stunning. It also made me more sure of the feeling that I really should have been a teenager in the 1980's rather than the disastrous "noughties". It's more than a thought along the lines of "that looks cool"; I genuinely feel like I belong there and despise the noughties for how music, movies and generally everything has panned out; it goes as far as a little bit of my soul crumbling away every time I type or utter the word "Noughties". Like some sort of Horcrux is being created.

Final point of the day was discovering that David Cameron is truly the Prime Minister. A lot of people seem to have the viewpoint that this somehow benefits England only, giving Scotland a raw deal. What they fail to realise is that the rich toffs are the ones who will benefit, including all the Highland Estate owners with thousands and thousands of pounds tucked away. All the lowly peasants like myself and those complaining will probably end up being taxed more and given less, whether they live in England, Scotland, Northern Ireland or Wales. This is one more time that the England-bashing has reached a point that is below farcical; it is completely devoid of any intelligence or insight that my decrying it is giving it more discussion than is deserved.

A decent day topped off with an irritating end, but I won't allow it to spoil my good mood as I was pretty apathetic about the outcome of the election as I don't like the policies of any of the main three parties.