Motorbikes, moving and being surrounded by bastards.
Ok, so now I've got a bike that I'm actually legal to ride, which means that in theory I'm mobile. Haven't gone out on it yet - will take a day or two to finalise the paperwork. And then I'll be all out of excuses. God damn it!

The main motivating factor at this exact moment in time is the thought of moving out of the city, finally. I'm looking at loads of properties online and have registered with several agencies. But if they don't find me something soon I may go on a killing spree - the city is doing my fucking head in! I just want peace. Living in a flat that has a school either side of it was not a great idea and for the past couple of years the neighbours above have been a single mother with two boys, 9 and 14. I can't remember that last time I couldn't hear constant thundering about. It's way past time I was out of here! Saw house of my dreams yesterday which had 3 bedrooms and was £100 cheaper a month than I already pay; not surprisingly it had gone.

Anyway... cock!