That would be an existential matter

Word. Back online for a fleeting moment. I’ve moved. Everything I own crammed into a tiny one bed flat with everything my girlfriend owns. I’d say where I live, but this being the net, I’d rather not publish my face, name and address. Even if I talk about it, it’s pretty obvious where my house is.

Still, it’s very nice indeed, I do like it a lot, it’s just more of a mission to move house than one of those Mission Impossible missions that you see on Mission Impossible films. Also had a boozy two weeks with terrible eating habits meaning my health is generally at level “urgh”. That’s all.

Toodlepip.

Sorry for the lack of updates. And sorry for all the people who have written interesting stuff on my “work” post and I haven’t had time to reply to it. I do appreciate it and find all the “arguments” on here pretty damn interesting. Thing is, I’ve moved flat and haven’t got internet connection. My hotmail is overflowing, my myspace has been neglected, my presence on Drowned in Sound is all but forgotten and my blog is getting updated less than Ben Vandecar’s.

Anyway, will be back soon to write more uninteresting crap. Don’t take it personally if I haven’t berated you for any comments you may have left, I do read them all, I’m not that much of a cunt. Not that I’m sure anyone cares, but the thought’s there right?

Just one thing… I’ve had a week off and I haven’t missed work even slightly. Every holiday I’ve ever had, I’ve never missed it. Fingers crossed for next Friday’s £100m jackpot then…