For those who aren't aware of him by the way, he's great fun: see? and lovely to boot (he once invited me round for breakfast, and to egg his manager's car. Alas, a tip to California for such an adventure was unlikely at best).
But in all seriousness I thought it was high time I posted something on here.
So I'm still working, in several ways. Both in gainful employment, and in my attempts to gain said employment in London. Admittedly this is a fairly new venture, and some of you won't be aware of these attempts, but it's one of my current priorities. This particular aim has lead to some interesting conversations: I've been asked why I'd want to live in London, but frankly I think this is a strange question. It's the capital of our country, one of the busiest cities in the world, and there's nothing you can't do, see, hear, get or find in London. It's like a hub for the entire world. I've never quite understood people who want to be away from the metrop'. If you're of an older persuasion, and are of a more settled disposition then I suppose I could see why London wouldn't appeal to you, but frankly, anyone below the age of 40-ish who dislikes being amongst the buzz and the lights astounds me.
Different strokes for different folks one supposes...
What else? Winter: I've never had a problem with winter. I have a substantial collection of coats, and frankly, in summer, I can hardly wear suits and whatnot. However I would prefer this darn season to be over. Whereas up until this point in life I've never had what one would call anything of a commitment which I must keep. School? Not a problem, I'll just get on with it. University? Lecture at 11? Get up eventually and drink tea before considering going in etc.
However, the introduction of a job into my otherwise blissful routine has forced my hand (and sleeping pattern) and I must rise at around 7 every day. While many of you may think this selfish of me to complain; many of you have long held down real jobs, and some of you hold down real jobs which mean you rise before the ungodly hour of 6 every day. Myself, I was unaware there was a 6am except when you enter it form the other side. Either way, rising on a morning when darkness still reigns outside is nothing short of horrendous, and that my life has been improved by the fact that I can now leave work while it is light (without being dismissed for not adhering to the laws of the land of E.On) makes me feel that my life may be in dire need of improvement because it is currently lacking anything by way of excitement. Literally, this is the pinnacle of my existence of late. Maybe I should develop a drug habit, just to liven things up a little...
Some housekeeping:
I've moved house.
Other things: I appear to be going on a walking holiday in Snowdonia with my colleague/mate and boss. I'm not sure how I ended up becoming my father, but apparently it was always going to take hold I suppose. I swear at the age of 21 people should be going on holiday to Spanish speaking islands and drinking shots off their friends' genitals and getting stabbed. Admittedly I seem to have no idea what people my age do, but if the media is correct, then this is exactly what they do.
I'm not sure what this post was about. I think it was an update on my life, but then again it may have just been a collection of paragraphs of me moaning and worrying.
Then again, looking back, this appears to be the main focus of this blog.
I promise to write more often from now on. It's not as if I'm busy these days really is it? Maybe I should address that.
Anywho, it's been nothing short of wonderful/cathartic/a good waste of some time this evening while the alpha males are at a sporting event.
If you're reading and we haven't spoken of late, do give me a shout. I'd be interested to know what you're doing, or at least feign interest in such a thing. I also take requests for anything you'd like me to whine about.
Until next time; keep watching the skies.
Play us out Ladytron (Pop Levi's old band): good night.
