I should probably update this damn thing then...
As with most updates I do after a haitus, I'll use point form:
* Got a house: It's a Tyneside flat in Fenham, to the West of Newcastle centre. It's not wildly handy for town, but it's doable by bus or train, and it is nearer to more pleasant greener bits. The flat is unfurnished, which is what we wanted, and has enough rooms that myself and H can have a study each, which is an unexpected bonus. Christ, in one weeks's time we'll have actually moved in, for better or for worse. Sorry, but it keeps dawning on my every so often.
We're slowly getting our act together though. I've even found lots of postcards that I can use to cover up the Disney Princesses Looking Coquettish border that is on display in my study. I'll either have to get used to the rest of the decoration (pink!) or cover as much of the walls up as possible in posters. It'll make the room look studenty, but I might as well live the lifestyle for as long as I can.
* Getting things organised: Got a moving date set in next Wednesday. On which, the letting agents here will come around, tut over the house, and possibly charge us money; the removal men will take all our boxes to the other side of the country, and charge us money; and the letting agents at the other end will give us the keys and, that's right, charge us money. If you heard a scream near the beginning of that paragraph, that was my bank account having some of its last moneys ripped from it. This process is costing more money than I thought was possible. The removal men alone are going to cost more than I 'make' in a month.
* Finally, I'd like to belatedly congratulate the people and administration of London. Firstly, for winning the olympics, and secondly, for proving that the British stiff upper lip is the best weapon against terrorism. Relative to, say 9-11 or Madrid, the attack caused little disruption, little fear and, without wanting to belittle the plight of families, small numbers of dead (compare with hundreds in Madrid and thousands in Manhatten). Mutterings about "Well, this is fallout from Iraq, yadda yadda" were also kept to a minimum. In short, none of the possible aims of your attack were really achieved. Now piss off.
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