Hi Children, how's it going?
Bad Chef.
Why Bad?
I just drove my car back to the UK to renew the MOT (essential, for insurance)
Sadly, I forgot the tax was out of date, now the car has been put in the pound. It will cost me 700 squid to set her free.
I have 80 pounds.
I also got randomly stopped and searched at Ladbrook Grove tubestation, and was found with some Mephodrone. The Police claimed it was coke, slung me in the cells, and now I'm on bail for 2 months pending testing. Fucking Transport Police, they're not even real Police, just like my not even real drugs.
Blow a dog.
This means lots of fucking sofa surfing until I can go back to SK. I'm to old for this shit.
All things considered, I should have stayed in Slovakia.

That being said, there are real issues with the deeds of my slovak shack. I might not officially own my place. I need my Slovak friend to start being straight up about the whole thing. Essenetially, I live in a house full of the previous owners stuff, and more often than not, the previous owner doing things to his stuff.
To top things off, my ex-girl friend (the one who prompted by Slovak flight) has been phoning me up claiming she is close to having a nervous breakdown and really suffering. Remember though, she bloody canned me...
And I have a fucking hangnail.

Somehow, this is the worst bit.
This is a whole new kind of low, so I think I might do the adult thing and hit the bottle and wallow in self pity for a stretch.
Then I might can it all put on a suit and get a proper job. It's taken me a long time to realise that it might infact be the easiest way to cope with this thing called life we're all in together.
Hmm. Not very inspiratinal end to the thread. Bogroll.