I’ve been here for 5 days thus far. I’ve managed to take a run around the Heath (and nearly die), get my ass kicked at tennis (badly losing all 3 matches), get a slight sunburn and a massive tan, create a mediocre dinner dish (it would have been much better had I been able to find Manicotti shells, I promise) and start work at the magazine as lead designer (aka, only designer). Still, I’ve done well for myself. It’s nice to be home. A bit disjointed as I’ve got no real place to unpack yet. Though I should be moving into a flat in about 5 days.
I satiated my thirst for Strongbow, have yet to find a chippie or indulge in a Gin&Tonic. Soon I believe. I’m just quite content. I really wish I was already moved over and sorted… with the cats too. Though I befriended the office cat “Hunter” who looks more like he’s been spoon-fed bacon lard his whole life rather than actually hunting for anything. A real life Garfield I shit you not.
Oh, Star Trek is AWESOME! There is no discussion to it really.

Also, British adverts make NO sense whatsoever. There was this one at the theater where the only lyric to the song was “Money makes the world go ’round.” Which first makes you wonder what greedy corperate twat paid for this… then it pans through multiple scenes of everyday people do everyday things, all the while drilling into your head that money indeed does make the world go ’round. Then… it pans to a field. and the world “ABSOLUT” fades in to the center of the screen… What the hell??

Money makes the world go ’round so get drunk off vodka (preferably Absolut)

I’m all over it…