02 June, 2003
Today has been one of those odd days. Phone call from Michele with one L - our solicitor - giving us the amazing news that we might be moving in two weeks (If all goes well and the devil doesn't have his way) Fantastic, atlast at 32 I shall have a little piece of England which I can call home. So there I am on a high, get to work and find my photoshop has gone tits up because, whilst I have been away, the goblins have attacked my machine. I face a barrage of shite from all over the place about this, that and the other, but to be honest I just don't care. Pride in my work I have none, interest in my work zilch. To be honest it's all a bit too "local" at the local newspaper. I see Eastbourne as a light at the end of an extremely long tunnel which has been dragging on for two years. "Stay away from the light Carol Anne".......no chance, I'll be working on the seafront faster than you can say "Cod and chips twice".
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