When the going gets tough...

...the tough get going.

I'm staying put, so obviously I'm not that tough.

I'm keeping my tidy waste of space ass away from anything provocative, in the hope that I can weather the storm without causing too much damage to other people and myself. Valium's a massive help! As is the prospect of going back to England for a holiday.

Yes, you heard me - Bazza just might be coming back to the mother country. Not for long, but a return nonetheless. I'm thinking 2 or 3 weeks early next year. I feel like some nasty wintery weather. How I miss the cold wind that rips right through you...

Mostly though, I miss my friends. I've never really missed a bunch of people quite so much and I'm beginning to forget why I left London at all. So, I expect all of you to be free and totally available for a catch-up. I'm thinking The Spoons on a friday lunch time with onion rings and chips. I'm also thinking The Betsy of an evening, with their scummy toilets - god I hope they haven't renovated...