Grim

Hi Martyn,

Thanks for that - I will try and get a cheque raised and sent out asap. Letters
will be sent out in today's post so you should receive it tomorrow or Tuesday at
the latest. I will be off next week, so if you have any queries, please
contact either Leah Owen or Nerys Sumner on the Switchboard number below.

This is the e-mail that I received after some badgering on my behalf to know whether I have a job or not. Both L and I agree that it looks grim.

A long wait

So I had an interview last Monday for an estate agent job in Warrington, it went well and I think the job would be OK, so I'll have to wait and see. However, I shall go on about my venture into Wales last Tuesday and Wednesday. This is a job that I applied for in April....for crying out loud that was four months ago....four pissin' months....they best give me the job. Grrr to them if they don't.

So anyway, my first mission was to find my bed and breakfast which was quite a way out of Bangor (a small, shitty, piss poor town in North Wales.) This I acheived with great success, well done Martyn. My next mission was to actually prepare two presentations for my interview, this I did not achieve with great success, but they went well on the day so I suppose that's all that matters.

Woke up and had a nice cooked breakfast on the sun terrace with a nice view of the sea and the surrounding countryside. Very nice.

So I got to the hotel where the interview was ebing held at about 9:30am, and within 10 minutes or so the interview had begun. It was very informal and we were told that we could take our ties off if we so pleased, nobody else took theirs off so, alas, mine also stayed on. Fun games ensued, but I shall not bore you with the details. The lunch consisted of a very nice finger buffet, and sixty minutes, so that was also very good. As was the fact that straight after our presentations the interview was finished, an hour earlier than scheduled. I then made my way back to Liverpool. All in all it went very well and I believe I deserve the job, I should know later this week if I have it or not. Fingers crossed.

I don't really have much else to bore you with. Sorry.

It's true what they say...

things do get worse before they get better. But how bad do things become before they do get better?

So, I was inforemd by e-mail about five minutes ago that I didn't get the Keppie Massie job, as it was filled internally (in my usual childish manner I would insert some sort of crude joke, but I shall refrain.) However, I do think that I have blagged an interview for a QS job based in Warrington after exchanging a couple of e-mails with a person that I shall call Alex. But you needn't know about that....

So as it stands I only have the WatkinJones job to 'look forward to!' The pin that I found at Le Bateau the other night pretty much sums up things at the moment, 'Whoop Dee Fuckin' Do!'

So perfectly fucked

Do people get perverse pleasure from seeing me struggle through life on a day-to-day basis? It's strange when you start thinking about which weird and whacky ways you can end your life, I'm not suicidal by the way, just curious. I heard last week that a lad I used to play football with killed himself by wrapping his car around a tree, a la Marc Bolan. Though I do believe that Marc Bolan's death was quite accidental.

Anyway....

just found out today that I'm not eligible to go on the dole, what the fuck! I've paid N.I. since I was 16, I have been in full-time education since the age of 5, no doubt in a few years time I'll be in the 40% tax bracket, and when I need a few monies to keep me from going bankrupt, this once great country shits in my mouth, then asks me how it tastes. Cunts! However, if I were a one-handed muslim pirate with a merry band of suicide bombers that kept me company, I'd be entitled to all the benefits under the sun. I'm not condoning the BNP here, but it's no bloody wonder they have so much support. The only thing that this blog will get me is a fucking file with MI5. Aren't the Labour party meant to be socialists?

So, the reaon why I'm not entitled to a pissy £44.50 a week is that I used L's flat as my address, I was asked what relationship I have with L, I said we are dating. They then asked me if L was working, I said she was, they said that she should support me. I then told them that I only use the address for post and told them about the flat I am living at in Toxteth. They said I could only claim if I could show them a tenancy agreement, which I can't as I'm not meant to be living there. They said I was fucked.

On a lighter note, I went to the doctor's last week about these tremors in my hand/arm, he told me it could be an irritable brain or my nerves could be fucked. I'm holding out for a brain tumour, but I suppose I'll find out when I have my MRI scan. If I don't get a job and I've got a tumour I might be able to claim incapacity benefit. Watch this space.....

Sesso Hardcore!

Milan in a nutshell.

Food (including ice cream) = very good
Wine = very good
Coffee = delicious

However, my foot was run over by a taxi, at the time this did not hurt as I had a very large beer, but it was run over nonetheless.

Nothing really much else to say about Milan. It was very pretty, that was expected, it was also hot, that was also expected but thank god for air conditioning. I was also highly impressed by the underground network, large carriages and one euro for unlimited travel (if you can get away with it!)

I wish I had enough money to buy the Chanel suit that I saw. Grrr!

Also, my first holiday with L - sesso hardcore!