Diary of an up and coming sociopath

I haven’t done much blogging recently, though that’s with a good reason. Besides not having anything worth writing about, that is, unless you really want to hear how much money I’ve not got left, which I’m sure you don’t. The real reason for the lack of updates is because I’ve been back home this weekend, doing the long-distance relationship thing with Nikki. To be fair, it’s not a huge distance, certainly not as prohibitive as it could be, and so far we’ve seen each other 3 weekends out of 4, and we’ll probably see each other for the next few as well, dependsing on various plans aligning. Nikki might be up here for a (free) gig next weekend, the weekend after I’ll be doing one of my job interviews, and the weekend after that is the Placebo gig in Wembley, so that’s a guaranteed next 2 weekends in 3, with a possibility for all 3. Not ideal, but far better that it coudl’ve worked out.

While at home, I made sure to pick up my Calvin & Hobbes books. There’s really no excuse for not owning several, if not all of these. I have many fond memories of these books, and since I can remember it’s been the only cartoon strip worth reading since Garfield went horrendously crap. I also received a book I ordered many months ago, back when I had money to spend, which is the second of Jess Nevins’ League of Extraordinary Gentlemen annotations. The bok is definite proof that stuff available free on the internet can be made into a saleable property. The bulk of the book is available, for free, online, and yet it’s well worth the tenner to have it all printed out and on the shelf. At least, it is if you’re an utterly unashamed geek who enjoys reading books about other books. Which I do.

Well, enough anyway, I’m suffering from a severe defecit of material and I’ve pretty much covered the last 4 days solely with those two paragraphs. I could do a quick rant about how incredibly crap the traffic coming back to London was, but if you’re not a driver, you won’t be interested, and even if you are it’s debatable. Let’s just say I had the time to search out a snack from one of my bags, and eat it, and compose a text message in relative comfort, on what should’ve been a motorway travelling at 70mph. Not an unusual thing, but then I often expected traffic around 20:00 would be slightly more rarefied than that. I guess that actually covers the bulk of my points.

I do have to remind myself to start badmouthing the letting agency once we get our money back off them. I think it might be worth making an Annett-style googlebomb at them, so people can find out just how shite they turned out to be. I’ll leave it until they give us our fucking deposit back though, just in case.