Reality Ch ch check

Gone are the days of posts relating to swashbuckling adventure in remote corners of the earth. I'm back. Totally. It's had time to sink in and it's well and truly sunk. Not surprising with all this rain.

I'm looking for a job now, and have got my first interview in October. It's a position with the Environment Agency who, according to a friend in the industry, are 'All a bunch of dicks.' I should fit right in then. Still, at least I've got an interview to go to and it'll be a day out if nothing else.

So now that I've realised that I'm totally back and seeking jobs and looking at houses etc, I'm going away again. Well, you need a holiday before you can tackle all that serious shit, so a week in the South of France should suffice and get me fully prepared for a total assault on the job market when I return.

Interesting question that arose in the pub the other night. In the Olympics, England falls into the classification of being GBR, or Great Britain. Why? We're England in other sports, why do we suddenly get clubbed together with Northern Ireland, Scotland and Wales just because it's the Olympics? Any idea anyone?