Gnarly dude

Well I have to say that was a brilliant 4 days on the piste. It has been a cool way to celebrate my sister's 30th birthday and also two guys on the trip who were also hitting that ripe old age.

I've really caught the 'boarding bug even though I was pretty much the weakest of the 4 boarders (the rest of the group have been skiing... rubbish ;) It's just so much fun and such a rush when you get the board carving away across the snow at breakneck speed (and with my level of control there is every chance of that happening).

All of us ended up a bit bruised and battered and one of the group was walking around with a sling on her arm after a collision with an alpine skier, bless her.

The apres ski was also fantastic and you can almost glide into Crescendos bar from the piste, a very cool place with a very hot girl serving. One of the guys fell in love so we had to go there every opportunity :) I drank far too much, but it was all good fun I have been existing on about 4 hours sleep so I was totally buggered by the end of the trip!

Could be some exciting news on the job front too, watch this space...

Anyway I must get on, I've got some moving to do.

Shunned from society

Never leave Britain

Or maybe more to the point, never come back! It seems that to one and all if you haven't an address or a job, you are total scum.

I made my first visit back to Brighton yesterday after visiting the bank as I thought a payment may come out to pay of the credit card before my money from my savings went in (that 3 days of limbo where the banks make a fortune on stocks trading with your money). I always had no problem in the past temporarily extending my overdraft. This time
"Do you have a regular income coming into the account sir".
"Er no I've just come back from a trip abroad I quit my job before I left".
"Oh... Er... could you f**k off and die then sir".

Anyway it didn't actually matter in the end, but it was a sign of things to come. I wanted to view a few flats in Brighton so I called up Leaders estate agents and they said they would call me back to arrange some veiwings, they said ths the second time I called them too, did they call me, did they f**k. I call again. They take my details,
"Your employer sir".
"I'm not currently employed".
"F**k you sir, goodbye".

Anyway I finally do get to look at a flat I really like and although, I'm now panicking an starting to think, how am I going to pay for this and will I ever be allowed back into civilized society (has anyone ever seen the film Society starts like any other teen 80's film, gets weird). I get handed a wod of forms to fill in and have to use my sister as my guarantor, crazy. I decide that it is actually easier to pay the full 6 months rent, looks like thats what I will do.

It's good to be back!

Actually it has been good. I have been spending time with my sister and my brother-in-law and they are really good fun. J seems to revel in winding up my sister which is quite amusing, she loves it though. Also got to go and see mother too and she is on good form and has got involved in an organization called the University of the 3^rd Age or something, sounds all a bit like the film Cocoon to me, but she assures me that it is all quite innocent an educational.

Also got to see D&T who made me almost want to cry with joy at their reassuring and wonderfully cosey Englishness that II have missed so much. Even briefly saw my chimp like friend on a chance meeting in Brighton town centre, he was on his lunch break and looked kind of like a fairly well off second-hand car salesman in his long coat and scarf. Come on I'm giving you credit mate, I'm sure you would be selling at worst BMWs.