Diary of an up and coming sociopath

It’s odd. I’ve done so much over the past two days, I’m too tired to even write about it all. I’m going to bed soonish, but I’ll probably do some updatage tomorrow. However, let it be known that:

1. We got a house in Ealing, near Northfields, it’s almost a done deal, such that we’ve put down the holding deposit, but nothing’s ever certain until we’re actually in the place, as far as I’m concerned. More on this tomorrow.

2. I am 22 on the 2nd. This is not OLD. For some reason, when I was 21, people kept telling me it was cool; it was a landmark; it was really weird and yet, strangely exciting. Suddenly, at 22, people are saying “Hey, granddad, where the hell are your false teeth, you fucking codger?” I’m genuinely baffled by the logic that drives people to think 22 is old. It’s only about 2/7ths of the average lifespan, and if it all goes to plan, I’ll still be around to bury you all. Some earlier than others.

3. The town and country does wheel out the pigs, but not as much as the royal show. More on that one tomorrow, too.