Shitfuckshitcrap...

That title subject word has entered my mind a few times recently (yes,
it must be said as one word).
So 2 weeks on in Brighton and thus so far has happenen... Paid over
£1000 in bond and rent leaving me eating way too much cheap spaghetti
bolognaise. Re-typing my entire resume into an acceptable 'English'
styled CV and updating it since 2000. Then printing about 1 million
copies of it. Now I have 2 jobs just round the corner from my flat!
Yay!

Gunpowder, Treason and Plot...

Pictured: (The Guy Fawkes bonfire on the 5th of November & the poor little VW Golf Plus that me and Sam packed our lives into to move to Brighton.)

Woohoo we've made it to Brighton finally! After much stress and tired nights me and Sam are now moved and unpacking into an awesome basment flat in the very center or Brighton! Slowly unpacking all our gear but it's all been slightly hindered by the fact the place was left hell dirty. That'll be what you get when you do a private lease... but at least we have the lease... we weren't able to do a commercial lease unless your a propper UK resident. So as I write this I'm still feeling a little woosey after taking to my bathroom with a stack of Domestos... may have used too much!


More to come soon... including house photos!