You know what?

Forget my last post. Forget it, right in its ear. 

The whole job thing in London ended up being a laughable shambles. Project direction? What's that? Let's all just go down the pub. That seemed to be their working philosophy. If that's the meaning of "work hard, play hard" then count me out. They seem to have forgotten the actual "work" part of the equation. Still. At least I no longer have to put up with irritating middle-aged middle managers with fat middles who like to find themselves in the middle of a complete clusterfuck of a company attempting to work themselves up from the middle via middle-of-the-road tacky websites. I am not a "middle" man.

So. I am now working with a jolly decent bunch of chaps and chapesses at a company in Crawley, and at least it's actually work I can get my teeth into. They have lots of Macs here, I even have one on my desk (although I have to do most of my work on a PC). Crawley's a nice place. Well, nicer than Croydon anyhoo. Which isn't hard… the truth is, I'm almost scared to stay around Croydon for much longer. Having lived around there most of my life, and seen how the place has gone to hell in a Burberry handbasket, the sooner we can get out of there, the better. OK, I might be in my thirties now, but I still like the idea of being able to go out in the town where I live and not have to suffer the likeleihood of physical violence. I guess placing bets on the outcomes of the various fights that happen outside Lloyds, One 92 One and Walkabout might be fun for a little while (not to mention lucrative), and vomit-puddle-hopping might be a good way to keep fit, I think cutting our losses is the way forward. We've been looking at flats over near Crawley (specifically near Three Bridges station, as Gwen can get her train to Farringdon from there), as they're rather nice, we're away from the chavmare that is Croydon, but near enough that it's accessible for seeing my mum, having band rehearsal and so on, and a lot closer to Brighton. So, if a suitable place comes up, I shall surely mention it here in my "web-moirs". 

The wedding, take 2. Less than two months now. There are tuxes to get, invitations to post, DJs to book, guests to arrange, and generally still lots of stuff to do. Gwen and her parental units have done a great job thus far, and I'm getting more involved now. Basically, until recently, it was a case of me turning up, saying "I do" a few times, and not much else. But it's nice to get that bit more involved. I am actually looking forward to it now! We went through a stage where it almost seemed pointless, since we're already married, and this one is just a big show for all the friends and relatives who couldn't make it the first time, but it's actually starting to sound like it could be rather a fun day now. And it means we get to go back to the US, where I get to see the cats again! I miss them so much. And now that Maiiah has been found, we shall be able to get our three furry little children back!

Oh happy day.