Mate! you would not fucking believe it. im back and im typing. oh yeah. im like a netcowboy. sometimes i stroll off into the distance not to be seen for months, and then i ride back into town with a herd of cattle at my heels and a prostitute on each arm. figuratively speaking that is...

israel. what can anyone say that hasnt been said a thousand times before. dont read this shit. just go there. nothing anyone can say is ever gonna be as valid as that.

back to brighton on thursday which makes me really happy but kinda down at the same time. i think i got the sunday blues. yknow how it is, it gets to a certain point on sunday, everythings closed, theres nothing to do, ur fucked from last night and u never made it to bed anyway and u just get kinda low.

so thats how it is. this being suspended between two places is a headfuck. mentally im already in brighton, sorting out the great move of my goldfish from alex's to mine, discussing the ultimate bed pickup from beths, but technically im still here and its still cold and i STILL havent had any sleep.

earl grey sweet and hot with milk.

mmmmm.

work experience has had to be reevaluated in mine humble opinion. they were so nice to me, so encouraging and helpful i really had a great time. check me and my name in print. and therell be more where that came from next week i tells ya.

experience of the weeks: the theory - being told to go undercover into a squat and spend the night before writing an expose. the obstacle - story cut through possible danger and lack of insurance. the reality - went maverick, got to squat, told the truth, went to trance rave in squatted leisure centr in stanmore, wrote expose, voila! and everyone was happy.

badger ed me has just left superstressed land for slightlystressedville as the applications for positions were finally emailed to me enabling me to pick my editorial team only a couple of months late and 2 weeks b4 issue 1. reading 40 applications and picking people in 1 day (yesterday) not as much fun as u might expect.

and more fun news from the wonderful world of sussex: theyve demolished my office to make way for toilets. damn them and their lust for sanitation. damn them all to hell!

anyone with donations of (preferably usable) furniture for the house do please get in touch. at the moment its all gonna be floordrobes and bucket washing.

and in other news, our friendly ex has a new lady. she is the grand total of 17 years old. gutted mate, gutted.

how will the new year pan out? who knows. but as long as tim hasnt ridden my vespa off peacehaven cliffs im sure itll all be hunkydory.

and fun. superfun.

jess