My Apologies,

This blog has become a statistic. It's heavily under used and just a waste of virtual space..... hang on... 'virtual space'?? fuck it then, it can remain a dormant beast for as long as it likes. Needless to say I never joined the vientienne underground. I am now a sedentary bottom feeder, living the life of a bum. I like it though. I have to admit it was better when I was on the mive but the whole village feel of where I am now is quite nice. Actually, it's better than quite nice. I'm back where I feel I belong. The only bastard is that my feet won't stop itching. Old wives' tale... I think not. They are honestly itchy... I've tried scholl and everything but it did abate a bit the other day when me and my new squeeze booked 2.5 (decmal you know) weeks in Borneo (Malaysia masive side). Old wives, I salute you.

Peade out

Evenin' all. Just a quick post to say that end of my lazy days is upon me. Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Nightmare. But at least I'll be employed (although not paid). Yes that's right, it's a volunteer position. Sounds quite good though. The only bastard is that I have to be in Oldham by 9.30am every day. Yaa boo, sucks to that. Not very pretty. I'll have to get up at 6 in order to make it, so set your alarm early, wake up, chuckle to yourself quietly as you think of me dragging my sorry arse out of bed into the cold darkness, then roll over and go back to sleep. Gits. Anyway, I'll let y'all know how it goes.

Happy Nu Year!

Been a while since I wrote anyting on this I know, but lets face it, my globe trotting's ended. I could tell you about the class house party we had on New Year's eve, but I won't. That's just bore you probably. Anyway, I sincerely hope that all of ye had a grand eve and a wonderfully happy crimble.

I'm still unemployed. Haha, and I have been for ages... and ... and.... I think it's starting to get to me. Nah it's not really. I'm starting a volunteer position on Monday though, working with young tearaways on adventure retreats and urban regeneration projects etc. Shouold be a good laugh. Sian's already done it and has duely informed me (in a Scottish accent) that I'll have a wonderful time. Marvellous. Looking forward to it but I have to be in Oldham by nine thirty every day. Bastardos! That means getting up at half six ish. Oh dear. So I'm desperately trying to reset my body clock following the season to be jolly (Fa lala la laaaaaa, la laaa la la). It's bloody hard but Seema (my personal pharmacist) has put me onto this new tea called Valerian root. To put it mildly it knocks the shit out of you. An hour after imbibing it you're away with the fairies. So anyone having difficulty sleeping, get some Valerian in ya!