#Take the Long Way Home#

Ah, my uncle died today. Ironically the same way George Best (at time of writing) is going, although he had no liver transplant.

49 years young.

A waste of a life. I'll miss him. Puts me off alcohol even further, this does.

#The Road: It's F'cking Hard#

Well, I'm going for it. A job which offers up to £30,000. In the middle of country, Leek, some Human Resources thing. I'd have to leave life behind hera as I know it, but a fresh start would always be a welcome thingummy. Even if it is only 1 and a half hours down the road. I'll still play footie for the lovely FA, like...

AND ALSO my driving lessons are pretty sweetly coming along, like my progress is way ahead of all the 'norms'. Shweet.

So It's the End of the Short Road

A tribute to Eddie G.



In other newsies, I've managed to spend £430 in a really small amount of days (on lovely bike/MP3 player/new pairs of spectacles, one pair of which looks pretty emo), but at least my lunch budget hasn't gone down due to me being ILL as BILL. It doesn't help with the fact that I'm a bit dizzy and the doctor advised me against driving lessons but I must drive because I need to move out and improve my job prospects and go to the first company that lays my hands on me and then suck up to them big time because I'm good at that and then when the moment appears pounce and become the company bigwig at everyone's expense and use the power for only good and stuff.

Yeah. Or pipedream and learn instrument and join band because if Alex Kapranos can do it at 34 then so can I. I think too much. I NEED SLEEP.

U-ay-u-ay

Well, I can't think of a new template that loads easily. Or how to make one. Or a new template anyhoo. But yes, I found a picture taken in June, this year. Man. What a chubby face. I didn't realise it was taken this year. 5 months of exercise and proper eatin' (nearly) and I've got a far more preferrable frame. Supoib. Now to get an EXCITING job. Yawnsville.