S-S-S-Simon

I find myself, here at 4am on a Sunday night, playing music through Last.fm.
For some reason I decided to start playing all the metal/nu-metal songs I used to listen to when I was a wee teenager.

It's nice to reminice about days gone by (the good and the bad) and also to catch up on those bands new songs.

I must admit I could do this at anytime of the day, 4am would be the ideal time to be asleep, really...

That about sums me up.

For those doing the ignoring!

I'm ever so slightly cheesed off at the moment.
The agency hasn't gotten back to me yet!

It's ever so slightly disconcerting when people do this to me. I have an innate tendency to be incredibly impatient. I can be a real stickler for punctuality as well!

I really thought they would be the one recruitment agency I was registered with that would actually talk to me and help me out and not be just a one trick pony. What does that say about my judge of character, though?

Anyway. I have been kind of having an affair, dear LJ. Over the last week or so I have been predominantly posting on my Blog.
Don't worry, I am still going to use you for personal musings and such-like. That blog is for mostly ranting and general day-to-day observations.

Don't be mislead, I don't favour either of you. I hold you both in the same regard. You each have a use the other doesn't.

I'm off to get a muffin!

I couldn't find the bottle to call them, so I emailed them again.

THEY ONLY FUCKING REPLIED THIS TIME!

They've asked me to forward my new CV.

More on this story as it unfolds.

I don't have the foggiest clue what the blinking hellfish is going on, Jim.

Why in the name of all that is fishy is it December?
What is wrong with this world?!?!

I can't keep going on like this anymore.
This time 365 short days ago I was quite content with life, things had started to pick up and all was right with the world.
Now, as the end of this year looms I seem to be back at Go without £200 and no get out of jail free card!

This is a real noggin scratcher.

I need to up my game, I need to put everything into gear, I need to... to... to stop using euphamisms and get the hell on with it!

I have sent my old recruitment agency no less than 3 emails over the last 2 months and had piddle squat back from them. Tomorrow, sir, I will call them. Ever since leaving CPW I have developed a bit of a phobia when it comes to talking to people on the phone. I've never really been able to hold myself verbally. I'm at my best when it's my fingers doing the talking.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. I'll have to communicate with my mouth-hole.

I don't like it, sir.
Not one bit.

"12 Stages, 3 Days, Open Air, Belter!"

And yes, it was!
There was rain, there was sun, there was lots of beer amongst certain other things.

Thursday we set off from Abscond HQ towards Paddington Station to catch a train to the Festival.
The weather was amazingly warm and bright. We all crammed ourselves as tightly as we could into the smallest section of the Underground train; pissing off a few late rush hour passengers as we went!

After much traveling, ticket buying, Sainsburys robbing and commuter terrorising we finally boarded a train and headed to Glade.

The sun she was shining, the excitement was brewing and the beer finding party (Adam, James, Tom and myself) got lost looking for an off licence.
Don't worry, we found one!
Adam, James and me went looking for drink while Tom went off to steal some lunch/breakfast.

After attacking Co-Op's alcohol supply we went next door to buy some insect repellent (smart move by James) and Tom stole some sunglasses (he really will nick anything that's not nailed down... even then I reacon he'd still give it a try!!).

We headed back to the station and the bus that transported you to the festival - which had already got quite a few people onboard already.
Naomi & crew had saved the weary gatherers some space to rest ourselves on the journey; and off we set.

We were in the queue crowed to get in for a good 2 hours (during which time we did get quite a bit tipsy. It was all good. We met Ella and randoms and people generally ready to have a good time.

We passed through Security (they didn't even check my ticket or search me!) and headed up the hill to find our camp.

We pitched up, drank some more and went off exploring. The rest of that day and night is kind of a blurr.
I do remember me and Tom getting spectacularly lost met up with a group of girls who rescued us and took us to their camp where Tom (as he had been doing all day) introduced me as "Token".
We stood there for a good 10 seconds then wandered off again (I don't think the girls even realised...).
I also remember eating a lot of sausage and mash (apparently I ordered Naomi not to let me drink anymore and promptly went off to the bar again. "After this one!" was my protest).

That night the skys opened and we all dived into our tents and went to bed.

The next morning we woke up and it was still raining so we headed down to the supply shop to get wellies and rainproofs and made off in the direction of the Chai tent.
It was nice, moderatly warm and very entertaining in there.
We saw this guy (who was the first act on stage at the whole festival):



The rain eventually stopped and we went out in search of entertainment.

In the evening a load of us went to Bangface at the Overkill Tent. That was loads of fun, I had a really good night.

Saturday I was still high from the night before so I spent the whole day out raving in various tents and having a jolly good time of it.
Then the comedown hit me and I went to sleep.

On Sunday it was all a bing mongy.
We went and saw a bit of Four Tet and Squarepusher.
The journey home was a bit manic but we got back... just!

So, In attendance we had:
Abi
Adam
Adam
Andy
Arlan
Becki
Cindy
Dru
Fiachra
Frank
JC
Jess
Jon
Lil
Marcia
Steve
Sarah
Sarah
Smiler
and yours truely.

It was an amazing weekend, and I can't wait for next year!!

It's all very lame.
Different shapes, sizes, colours and textures.
Lame.

Yes, I am still alive. Alive and very very bored.

Arrgh.

Honey, I'm home!

I have returned from my totally sweet weekend in Brighton.

Friday me and Adam headed on down after work.
We met Xenia and went to Subway and then off to a pub to meet Tom and all his work mates.

We had a drink there and moved on to another pub.
We were sat in a very stuffy little room had a pint there and then headed down to the beach to one of the sea-front bars.

A lot of wrestling occurred. My glasses got broke :(

Me and Adski went to Hels and bedded down to watch some Delirious.

Saturday we got up and had a shower (not together) and headed down to the beach and then off to do some shopping.
In the evening we had a BBQ up at Xens. It was hella fun. Lots of laughs and lots of card gaming... In my pants.

On Sunday we went down to the beach had a bit of a swim and headed off in search of food.

The Jamaica Inn was not serving food so we went to a very nice pub and had a gorgeous roast and a few beers.

Then Slader and myself said our farewells to Tom and Xen then headed off.
En Route to the station we stopped off for a pint and a chill (lots of cycling tires you out dontchaknow?).
On our return to LDN we dud a load more cycling around looking for a station to get on the train.
We decided to head for Liverpool Street (yay yet more cycling).

I got home at about 12.30, after dropping the bikes off at Abscond HQ.

It was a total arsekicker of a weekend.
It's helped me make up my mind about the whole moving thing.

I've done a lot of thinking and have made my decision.
Time to work out a saving scheme!

It's all getting a bit too much to handle.

I've had just about enough over the last year or so and to be frank, I've given up trying.

All I do is put up with all the shit I get thrown at me; not any more.

Work, home and friends. I don't want to do this any more... I want to be me again.
I've been talking to both Xen and Tom about this a lot recently and they both say to me the same thing.

Ditch it all and start fresh, in Brighton.
Well, that's what I'm going to do. To be honest I've been thinking about it for a while. But I'm thinking a lot more seriously about it now.

Sure, I've just settled in to a new job and am on the verge of going a lot further with that. Am I willing to give it all up just because I want a new start?
Hell yes.

Home life aint too hot either at the moment.
Can I long all that off and get on with my life, without running around tidying everyone elses up?
Hell yes.

My friends.
Two of my best friends live in Brighton already.
Can I leave the ones I have here?
I'm not sure.

Can I afford to do all of this, financialy?
Quite possibly. If I can land right on my feet as soon as I move.

The main question I'm asking myself...
Am I ready?
More than.

I need to think some more on this...