Step One...

To fully explain exactly the downturn my life has taken in the past 3 weeks would take me longer than i have at this internet cafe. And indeed, seeing that there are a number of you I owe personal apology emails to, I'll try and make this kind of a catch all so that I can point you here for a longer explanation.

Basically:

1. I'm out of work.
2. I'm broke, having not been paid my severance cheque
3. I'm out of my flat having not paid rent for reasons of not being paid from work.
4. I can't make phone calls or texts cos my bills not been paid.
5. I can't find work with no phone and no internet.

Now that aside, my good friend Nav kindly offered me a room in his luxurious flat courtesy of James's upgrading of his relationship from "Living with her (but she may come to her senses and kick me out anyday so don't fucking rent out my room)" to "Think this is it, and anyway I have keys now so I'd just crash on the couch if we did have an argument - give steve my room". All in all means 2 good things. Well 3 good things if you count the fact that I'm living rent free - YAY!

So, after 2 weeks of this how has my life gotten so crazy? Surely, living with my best friend should have calmed the stormy waters and gotten my life on track. Well, I hope you won't mind me saying that its a combination of things. Some my own fault, some... the blame belongs to others.

Maybe pictures would help! Last night i came home from the fucking long walk from Kings Cross to Archway in order to save myself some money at teh cheap assed Russian internet cafe. When I get home i see the lights in my room go off, and some rustling on the bed.

This is what I want to see:



This is what I do see:




Yes folks, the fucker opened fire to welcome me home.

So for the record. Living with Nav is wonderful. Living with Gee a Joy. Living with Alex and baki is cool and slightly better than expected. Living with Kev, even temporarily, is a fucking NIGHTMARE!

shit plus fan equals

I'm AWOL.
I'll be back.
Emails and phone calls will be had to apologise as soon as my phone is reconnected.

If you've emailed me, i ain't read it.
If you've called and left a message, i aint heard it.
I can though recieve text. Can't reply though!

Steve

P.S. No fucking idea why the others only have titles. I wrote some good stuff!!!

Toasties (i think i'm still drunk)

Honda Suzuki

Football Focus

The Sun is up

Double Sixes...

Walkabout >  Kebab >  Back to Theirs > Walk of Shame

Loved it!

300

ooooh Baby.

Been waiting for this for years, and the trailer looks... beyond words.

CLICK HERE TO SEE THE TRAILER

"Today the 1000 Nations of the Persian Empire attack your island. Our Arrows will blot out the sun"

"Then we shall fight in the shade"

FUCK YEAH!

Sons of Bitches!!

Yes, that’s plural!

These two motherless gits (yes, i see the contradiction between motherless sons - thank you) have reduced my viewing ability! I strived and begged to get this seat, I even fired that intern Fred over a "copyright infringement". I've never had to bullshit to a tribunal so much in my life, but MY GOD was this seat worth it.

I had the perfect view. I was 2 stories up, just enough to have a great view of all the people below, just enough for people to clearly see my smiling face and wave back, just enough for people in all the other offices to look down and notice me. This desk was a hive of activity, and I was it's Queen.

[Hmmm, maybe that should be King, but Queen stayed with the hive analogy]

Anyway, i came back from a looooonnnng lunch (3 dbl vodka + red bulls), to find some form of fuzzy opaque shit covering my window. So it lets in light but nothing  else. I mean LIGHT?!?!? who the fuck wants it, i have a light for that!! Just not at home thanks to Kev and the lamps...

Bah, now i have to do work...

And i was so close to getting that number of the hottie in the building next to mine. I had honed my window flirting down to an art form. Seriously books would be written about me, and now , nothing!
On the plus side, I’ve broken my attempted 2 weeks silence and am enraged enough to post on the blog. I've missed you all...

Upheval

This is my last post from my house in Angel.

I'm honestly gutted to be leaving, as I've had many good memories of this house. For all it's faults, i honestly felt very comfortable here. It was a great place to retreat to, and I'm not sure I'm quite ready to rejoin a shared flat. I know I've been shit about showing people around this flat, or inviting them to dinner, or, well, anything overly social. This place was my Fortress of Solitude.

• I levelled 4 charactes to 60 here.
• I had sex with the last woman I loved here.
• I smiled at the only woman who's made clumsy look graceful.
• I fought my brother.
• I told my Dad I loved him.
• I flooded the bathroom.
• I flooded the kitchen.
• I broke my toe.
• I felt real happiness.
• I fucked a cat (not literally - think about it).
• I broke a bed.
• I read a book.
• I broke a lamp.
• I came over my head.
• I was overjoyed to hear that both my friends think they're with the person they'll spend their lives with.

And yet, I'm filled with the contrasting feeling of looking forward to living with Nav again, even if just for a short time. Gee will be back soon and there's something amazingly natural about living with the two of them.

I'll be without an internet connection so posts will either be more sporadic or from work.