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Time flies

So, it’s been 6 months since I properly landed back in Wolves in a place of my own rather than in hotels and sofas etc.. and I’ve barely added anything of substance. Time for a proper update!

I managed to capture a job in true to form Wiseman style. One interview, one job. It’s how it’s almost always been. Again it’s banal work and sadly 5 days rather than the Amazon 4 which I’d grown accustomed to and quite enjoyed but it pays a little better and keeps me out of the pub thus saving me money. Entertainingly after the interview they emailed and rang me to tell me that, on this occasion, I was unsuccessful! So, I hit the Giffard the next day to grab their wifi and whip out an album review for UberRock and a beer, only to receive a call saying I had in fact got the job and could I start at 2pm today! Already on pint 2 I said “Nope… but I can do tomorrow if that’s helpful?” to which they agreed to call me back to confirm. 12pm the next day arrived… still no call so I called them and was told “Yes, you’re due in today!”. A week later, a mix up with my rate of pay and ANOTHER letter telling me I’d been unsuccessful in my application and finally things smoothed out!

The dingey flat is still dingey, and I still completely lack any form of cooking facility but I do still have a fridge and now have plates (not just a plate!) and a couple of mugs and probably more importantly a fridge. Everyone who promised me things when I moved in simply never came through, and so I basically survived until I got paid from the first month which was fortunately a 5 Friday month so threw me enough cash to sort the essentials!  So.. ham and cheese butties abound and the local chippy/Chinese/Indians swallow more of my money than they probably should but at least I have somewhere to keep milk etc cool! The one concession to personalising the place is, I was offered a chance to review a website’s product, so converted a picture of a wood pigeon I took while in Lichfield into an aluminium styled wall picture which I have to say is rather beautiful. I miss having proper camera equipment but every now and again I land lucky with the Medion and something sits still long enough to allow me the 10 attempts I need to get it right!


So, as the 3rd year anniversary of the divorce looms I’ve decided to treat myself. These last 3 years have been hard. I’ve survived stupid amounts of stress, from the change of environment, being single again, the crazy actions of some people I trusted, work related insanity at Amazon, homelessness and to all intents and purposes, destitution, and I’ve come through the other side. I’ve survived. There’s a line from the new (and soon to be reviewed by yours truly) Therapy album Cleave that says “Success is Survival” and boy is that accurate these days. But, at least for a month, I have managed to put away enough cash to be able to get away from it all for a few days. Nothing major but, 5 days up in Latvia in Riga and a trip to Vilnius in Lithuania while there is all set up and paid for! The flights with be the first since my one way flight back home from Amsterdam and the first one coincides with the confirmation of the divorce in Leiden. It wasn’t planned like that, just serendipity or a fortuitous accident caused it to be that way. 2 new countries, 2 new capitals, some time away from Wolves and just a little nod to myself that I am deserving of more than just surviving. 

So, life is better than it was. There’s some stability, both fiscally and jobwise. 6 months ago it could’ve gone very differently. But it didn’t, and here I am. With Giffgaff now doing 20gig allowances on their sim and allowing tethering, I can even catch up on the odd Gotham episode too. And more importantly, I can stream this new Therapy? album which is what I should be doing so for now.. it’s signing off time!

boutros boutros ghali!


I fear my last post might give the impression that I didn’t enjoy my time in Africa. I did, where it wasn’t involving the hotel or the locals. 80% of the time was fun, because 80% of the time we were neither in the hotel, or we were using the free bar outside / in the terrace area and thus not requiring anything from anyone. 

I would not say Tunisia was a welcoming place. The hassle, the constant hassle, the insistent constant hassle, the perpetual insistent constant hassle….. you get the idea… made any excursion a nightmare, but when in the company of other tourists, such as in the bar, or watching the football, it was actually a very pleasant place to be. Warm, the sea was beautiful, as was the sand. The local beer was drinkable and stronger than it tasted, so yes, there were positives. I don’t regret going, and given the price, which is what I’d be prepared to pay simply for flights, it was an experience. It could’ve been a lot better but… such is life.

I remember my father saying “You’ll never go nowhere and you’ll never do anything” to me a a kid. Well Dad, I’ve been to Africa, Asia, Australasia, lots of European countries and North America. I’m one off the full set of inhabited continents. The furthest you travelled was the Isle of Man from mainland soil! While this wasn’t a driving point at all for me travelling, it’s still nice to know I can take his delightful predictions and ram them right up where they belong.  

Travelling again

So, it seems I am off to Sweden to go see Su in her new abode. Be nice to break in the passport on a swift 2 hour flight! Still seems crazy that it’s that simple to hop over a few countries. Am not in need of a break from Holland at the mo, but I’ll take it anyway! 

Helped young sir Mike shift some stuff as he goes off galavanting again and realised it was the first time since I’ve been over here that I actually spent 8 hours in someone’s company without it being in a pub! ha a good laugh actually, though the stress of seeing wing mirrors twisted and contorted did make me a little jumpy for a while lmao!

It’s funny really. I came to realise over the last few weeks that one of the reasons that my friends over here are probably still nothing like the people I knew in the Uk in terms of closeness because as lives go, we have very little in common. I used to work all the hours god sent, and have no one to report back to about where I am, what money I’ve spent etc etc etc. None of the people I know here who I spend any time with are married. The concept of having to consider how their actions might impact their wife, doesn’t exist, and in truth that was exactly how I was in the Uk. I worked and bonked all the hours I had the chance to, often managing to at least tenuously establish a link between the two, (albeit the lady involved was a variable), and spent accordingly!  Now I don’t work, rarely spend without first thinking “is this ok”, and restrict the rodgering to milady!

It’s different! I’d write more… but the washing’s done! lol