This is going to be fierce

I don't have any money these days. I spent it all going on the most amazing adventure ever and now it's all gone, I am having to think about unromantic things like maybe not being in my overdraft all the chuffing time or repairing my car or making some kind of savings. These things are not my strong point but I am beginning to realise that "marry someone richer than me" is not a stable plan for the future, being as I've been working to the plan for six months and remain fiercely independant.

The money thing also means that I haven't had any fun for the last two months. This is the reason I haven't written anything funny or interesting since I stepped off the train in Nottingham on October 20th. It's not that nothing good has happened - it's just that when my spirits are low I don't have energy to spare to documenting the highs and minutae of keyboards with no spacebar or 'a' key, or the £million project I've been on, or the current house slang.

But this coming month is looking fierce. And lord knows I miss ferocity in all its myriad twisting forms.

In terms of future living; I am going to quit my job. It is like an albatross around my neck, albeit an albatross with the odd bit of tinsel tied to it. Instead, I am going to go and work somewhere with people who inspire me; with work that excites me; with places and projects of reckless endangerment.

But I can't do this until June because in April I get some more holiday time and in June I get a big fat bonus. Life ties you down, man. But it also pays the airfare.