Well, I’m back in Bournemouth now, lovely Boscombe (not actually lovely) welcomed me back with an alarm at the front door of my flat which, to our combined knowledge, does not turn off ever.
At least it’s not the fire bell, eh?
Got a job interview tomorrow and I am skatting out completely at the idea of having to sell myself. I couldn’t sell a £20 note for a £10 one, so lets hope I don’t do a Howard Moon and get the freeze.
Yes, I watched episode 6 of the Boosh season 3 and It was, as you might expect, sufficiently quotable. (ie, funny as hell)