Good morning London

And my, what a wonderful day it is to be in our wonderful nation’s capital. Only this morning, I was woken up to the sound of horses trotting by my window and it was our illustrious horse artillery, taking their fine, fine steeds and their very impressive artillery pieces to… to… er. George Bush II is visiting again, maybe? We have to impress? Er..

God knows. Anyway, sarcasm over, I’m sitting in the kitchen-cum-living area drinking coffee, eating toast and pondering the day ahead. Got up early, avoided talking to The Fatmate. Whoo.

Yesterday was a Good Day (as opposed to a Bad Day). It was made that much better because when I was on the tube, I heard a bloke speaking in a Swansea accent. Hooray! Made me miss home a bit but there’s nothing better than listening to someone say ‘Owwa, TIDY, like’ to make you smile. Well, me anyway. (The strange thing is that I don’t have much of an accent – I have a bit of a Welsh one that seeps out now and again (according to Lauren) but for the most part my voice is fairly flat…Unless I’m home and then it’s ‘owwwa, TIDY, like,’ especially when I’m around Al)

Tom rang me last night. Hooray! Told him I’d only been waiting 2 weeks. The conversation went like this…

"Hey mate,"
"Where the hell have you been?! Tomorrow, you said! It’s been two weeks!!"
"Yeah, sorry…"
"You will be when you see the state of my trousers. I haven’t moved from the phone! Bastard! Anyway, how are you?"
"Haha, yeah, I’m good. I was thinking about Childline then I realised I hadn’t called you…"
"Gee, thanks…"

He’s okay though, daft bugger. I’ll forgive him for squirming out of going to Mike’s birthday and blatantly lying about it.

Today, I have to wear a suit. Here is the suit in question…

I have an interview for a job I do not want. Yesterday was promising in a good way. Today, is promising in the wrong way (not bad though). Well, gonna go along, see what they have to say. It’ll be good experience anyway, considering I’ve only ever had one ‘proper’ interview EVER.

The one I had yesterday wasn’t a proper interview… more of an informal job related chat. One cup of black coffee and I think I did okay! Anyhow, it doesn’t concern me if I did well or not. If I don’t get a job in London, I’m out of here at the end of the month. If I get a job somewhere else, I’m out of London anyway and if those two options fail then I’m looking for a job from back home. My only concern is Lauren. I worry. She tells me not to. I can’t help it.

Dammit, she should be concerned if I’m NOT concerned haha. The irony… I think we’ll be okay though (sorry, mushy thing coming up so look away now… I’ve never had someone look at me in ‘that’ way before when we’re… it’s just… *glows*. Anyway…)

So yeah, that’s today. This afternoon, I have to edit audio for my new show at SKFM, fill out a 9-page application form and then off to Cambridge tonight for cuddles with someone… yey 🙂

Okay, I think I’m done here now… tra