Maybe it's because I'm meeting up with vanessaw tonight, but I had a dream about the office where we both used to work. In real life Vanessa left there not that long after I did, and is now happpily ensconced in a new job, but for dream purposes she was still working there and for some reason I popped round to see her - I think in fact maybe I was meeting ( Read more... )

Here we are then - I've got an hour left at work. August I'm going to basically be on holiday, September and October much the same but with some vague attempt to start writing, and after I've had a rest I'll start trying to put The Plan into action in earnest. I'm sure I'll have more to say about that in the next few weeks as I start to adjust ( Read more... )

As seems to be a theme lately I spent much of Sunday asleep. Whereas normally I seem to dream reassuringly bonkers stuff, today I had no less than three rather disappointingly obvious anxiety dreams about the fact that I'm leaving work in two weeks' time with nothing concrete to go on to. Funny, 'cause when I'm awake so far I've not panicked about ( Read more... )

No, not the dance, the state of being neither one thing nor the other. That's kinda how I feel at the moment, with another three weeks to go at work. I don't have any plans for this weekend or next, which can be a bit boring: As part of The Plan, the idea is I'm going to be using these kinds of weekends to get extra writing done. It makes sense - ( Read more... )

Not entirely surprising, this, but the start of The Plan to be my own boss and try writing a play will have to wait a bit longer: I've now got my official last day at work and it's the 31st of July - a month later than I'd hoped. It's not a major setback and like I say it's not unexpected. The good news is this is a firm date: I pretty much told ( Read more... )

Well, I've done what I've been planning to all week, as Fearless Leader and his deputy Headless Chicken have proven they were doing exactly what everyone suspected: Trying to play mind games with me. After last week's threat of possible redundancy, we speculated that they in fact had some shitty alternative job they wanted me to do instead, and ( Read more... )

So things are either about to change significantly for me or... not. At the end of this year I'll be turning 35 and over the two-and-a-half days I was at home ill I spent a lot of time idly pondering over how I'd like my life to be different. What'll probably not come as much of a surprise is that I'd rather I was working in a very different area; ( Read more... )

I'm blaming Boris. For eight years while Ken Livingstone was Mayor I had to listen to anyone who didn't like him say "I blame Ken" every time something they didn't like happened, and I reserve the right to do the same to his gibbering successor. And since Boris became Mayor the buses have been fucked (not surprising when his main public transport ( Read more... )

My mum's getting married tomorrow, in a ceremony that redefines the phrase "low-key" - I get the impression she only just about got around to telling me about it, when she remembered she'd need a couple of witnesses. In fact she let me know by text, adding "if you can't get the afternoon off work, don't worry about it ( Read more... )

For once my finances and the theatre trips I've wanted to make have worked together nicely, as just as the first bit of cash from the flat sales in Greece has come in, so a ludicrous amount of shows have been announced that I've wanted to see. Now I'm in the slightly insane position of having at least one show booked every week between now and the ( Read more... )