It's 2 in the morning, it's got to that time of year when there is a distinct chill in the night. But I'm in bed listening to Miles Davis.

Fantastic.

So I'm back in London, have been for some ten days or so. It's great, Devon was fun, but it's just not London.

So, why am I blogging? Simple. I've run out of other things to do to avoid filling in a job application form. I don't particularly have anything important or even interesting to say, but meh...

So whilst those I know who are still at uni are probably in the pub and already drunk by now, I'm sat at home alone, but you know what. I'm pleased. I could have gone back down for freshers week, but I'm gald I havn't. I need to move on. Get out. Exorcise the university demons if you will, and that is done. I'm not haunted here, not taunted by the social incest. Now, I'm quite willing to admit to being a misanthropist, but there is something great about being in London and walking past people from all over the world and not know them and be glad in the knowledge I will never see them again. Big City. Big Society. No more small town mentality. Fantastic.

Anyway, I won't be able to afford to live here if I don't get a job. So it's back to the application. Fun fun fun.

It would appear that university is going to end how it began. In an alcohol fuelled mess with the people thrown together in halls. It's gone full circle, and I've got to say I'm not too displeased with that.

As fun as ending it with people from my course could have been, too many people are away. The ones I would want there wouldn't be.

Something got fucked up along the way. A point on the path where it all fell apart.

So, like walking the circle, or the transition from earth to flesh to earth, I'm going back to the start.

And then it's over.

So Monday hails a new dawn, a new day, a new life.

And it's in London.

Oh dear, my last post has become rather ironic.

 Still, banter quota filled for a good week or so.....

And the quest to win at table football goes on....

You can have hangovers from more than alcohol, I have one from women.

 Women make me sick.

In my opinion, your friends are supposed to stick with you and be there for you through thick and thin, the highs and the lows, and equally you are there for when their good times, bad times, happy times, hard times.

 I am always there for my friends through thick and thin, I stick it out to the end for them.

 Yet, why does she constantly say she is "my best friend" and all that bollocks, and yet, I have a problem and she disappears quicker than a frenchmans hands go up. What have I done to deserve that? I'd stick it out to the end for her, but she won't for me. Well, as far as I'm concerned now, she clearly never has been my friend. So she can go and shove everything up her arse, and if I'm given the chance to give her a taste of her own medicine I will, even though I want to be bigger and better than her.

Why is life so confusing? And by friday I have to make a decision that is only going to get me hated more in the world. Fantastic.

Why is it that whenever you do washing up, when you do cutlery, no matter how much you search around the bottom of the bowl for everything, you always seem to miss one teaspoon.

Then you do your other dirtier things like pans, empty the bowl and what do you see, one bloody teaspoon at the bottom caked in filth!

 Infuriating, and it's not even midday on a monday yet!