I never knew I had so much shit! one and a half bin bags of total rubbish and the room is still a mess. And I have no bloody storage boxes! must go and buy some soon.

The plan is to try to hide whatever is left in a storage unit that I have just manhandled down the stairs single handed.

Which will be covered artistcally with a throw, on top of which will sit the stereo.

But it still looks like a bomb sight in here so I had better get on.

I am fucking knackered and in need of another coffee.

To almost borrow a phrase from "Jaws"

"S&F, your gonna need a bigger house"

Sorry guys.

I promise not to get married or separate or have even a slightly meaningful relationship ever again.

Honest.

I am a law breaker baby! A bad ass no good dooooooood even. As Vertigo Mortisjointesen (you know, him that was strider in LOTRs films) in that recent movie about Russian mafia blokes in london "Stay avay from people like me"

Why.

I is talking to you via someone elses wireless connection!

I is living on the edge baby!

OK, I am just putting off doing what I should be doing and being a dickhead.

But little things please little minds and all that.

Meh.

Today I am at home having the day off thing. But I am not lounging around doing nothing. Well yes, right NOW I am - but I wont be soon.

I will be in a flurry of bin bags and boxes, trying to make this music room look less like a tip, ready to get the photos of the house taken and get it on the market.

Oh yes, just call me Bad Timing boy. Only I could need to sell my house at the time of an impending property crash. That is how life is I suppose. My timing is so bad, if I was blessed enough to get a flat share with Agelina Jolie I would move in on the week she decides to become a man and have the op.

And no, the Neil/Row transformation was not my fault. He did that before I met him.

ahem.

In other news, this lappy saw an unprotected wirless internet connection this morning. I was soooooo tempted, but being a non geeky sort I was scared that they would be able to know someone was using it and there would be a banging on the door and shouts of "Stop theif" and such. I mean, would they know?

Stop it!

Bad man. Musn't.

So I think I will finish my coffee as I squint at some posts and then get started packing and chucking the icredible amount of old rubbish valued possesions in this room.

Later peoples.