My Last Week

Well... it's my last week in Newcastle and to be honest I will not really miss it that much. I will miss my family and friends obviously, but the town can just fuck right off... The only thing it's ever done for me is hold me back and make me realise how green the grass is on the other side. At the moment i'm standing in a mud field with no boots on.

I've spent two years of my life pursuing a "career" in amateur theatre and that is getting me nowhere. I have to admit it was a lot of fun and I'll miss it, but I know I'm bigger than that. But one thing I will not miss is the total wankers I have to put up with at work talking about shite all day, and having to talk to scum on the phones who have no life apart from spongeing off the tax payer. Seeing the back of that job is one of my favourite aspects of leaving this all behind.

I have to be prepared, though, that the grass may not be greener. It can't be any worse than this though. I can only hope, and try my best to make it. That, after all, is why I am here on this planet.