New Beginnings.

Ignore the last entry. it all turned out to be bollocks.

Claire, my beloved girlfriend, decided, just over a month after I wrote that, to cheat on me with one of my best friends and then dump me, leaving me lost and bereft in wales and scaringLianne and Kate with midnight breakdown calls. As such I have started my life over again.

I’ve left Wales, land of of sheep, dirt and greyness and have moved back to Essex, land of sun, sea and very reasonably priced doughnuts from the seafront kiosk. I also have a new job working with severely disabled kids as a learning support assistant in a special school. I’ve only just finished my first week but I’m loving it as much as Gordon Brown loves nothing. At all. Bless his sour face.

Speaking of the sack-cloth faced harbinger of misery, wasn’t the general election shite. Nothing of interest happened. Apart from the fact we have a Green Party MP now, meaning that whatever confused and unnatural constituency she runs for will soon be awash with hippies telling them to stop using cars and to hug a tree every day. Man. Have a drag on that. The Green Party. That’s like running an elegant soiree for international ambasadors and then inviting in the guy who lives in the skip ‘out back’. Not that I’m belittling the Green Party obviously. They can do that themselves!

I’m going to look round a flat tomorrow so hopefully I’ll be esconsed in a new lair by the end of the month, meaning people can come afrolicking at my place! I’ll run a Taylor Swift party because I’m butch.

That’s all I’m writing for now so tough.

Tom
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