Escapism

I haven’t had a proper holiday from work in two years. TWO YEARS!! Consequently, my lesser half and I have next week off. In these deliciously trying economic times, we don’t really have any money to go away to a beautiful country hotel overlooking the sea – instead, we’ve found a tiny little cottage a few miles from the sea where we can hole up for a few days and escape.

Hopefully this will give me a chance to engage in some actual writing – writing distinct from that of the Day Job, that is. LH can immerse himself in his X Box for a few hours a day while I plot, ponder and pencil a few words... perhaps getting away from the drain that is everyday life will allow me to plot book one properly, instead of dipping in and out and writing a few hundred words here and there and giving up!

Holiday here I come! Only a few days of busy stressful London to go...

a x

Reasons why Peep Show...

...should be a GCSE set text:

1. people really are that petty and mental...
2. everyone has a bit of Mark in them...
3. ...yet more worryingly, everyone has a bit of Jez in them...
4. ...should illustrate to graduates that getting a degree doesn't get you a super well paid and exciting job straight out of uni... you too will probably end up using your HIstory degree to work at JLB
5. it glamorises Croydon
6. Johnson is the epitome of alpha male, and should be worshipped
7. You'll never make a worse decision than Jeremy
8. You'll never have done anything as bad as the bad thing that Jeremy did
9. it teaches you new ways to consider moral decisions, enabling you to justify entirely selfish courses of action on the flimsiest of premises

Not shaken but definitely stirred

There’s a lot of upheaval at the moment at work and with my friends, too. I’m not sure quite what has triggered it generally (it’s almost certainly coincidental), but lots of people that I know are making changes in their lives; significant changes that seem pretty bold. Yet they are all without exception absolutely sure it’s the right thing to be doing.

I have friends who are not just switching jobs, they’re switching careers. Some are moving to different parts of England, some are moving to other countries entirely. Some are getting married, some are are breaking up. And they’re all so, so confident that this will help them a little way down that yellow brick road to happiness.

I have to admit, I’m quite envious of this ‘shake it up and let’s see what happens’, ‘que sera, sera’ mentality that seems to be gripping those around me. I’m getting itchy feet again, and the time to shake things up is approaching.

Only problem is...

...I don’t know what I want the end result of my shaking to be.

It will certainly mean a change of job. Possibly a change of career, and it’s likely I’ll need to relocate too.

Interesting times ahead. I think I need to get thinking.

I think the tickets I’ve managed to bag to see David Tennant in Love’s Labour’s Lost can only help this thought process.

A x