On The Road Again...And Again...And Again...

Well the brief hiatus in my seemingly doomed house is now over, and we will all be moving out at the end of January (five months before originally planned). Staying there for everyone seems to have become an impossibility. I've lost two long standing friends over it, but that's been my choice, and a very positive one.

What is it with 2005? Friends and lovers seem to be biting the dust and heading to historyville with alarming regularity. Actually though, I think that most of these outcomes have been in my hands, and generally, its been me who walked. I don't think that I've really regretted any of these decisions. I am a fortunate man. I have many friends, from many places, who are into many things. I also find it very easy to meet new people, it would be a desperate situation to cling onto people purely on the grounds of your past with them. I do ofcourse, live in the present and constantly travel into the future.

So, despite what from the outside might seem like a pretty terrible plane crash of a situation - it appears that I jumped out with a parachute and landed on top of a very soft bale of hay! I'm in great spirits (though it would help not to live with the ghosts for a couple more months), my mini-opera about a stuttering boy and a flasher is nearing completion and I'm really excited about how, finally, its all come together so easily.

I skipped my planned live show on Monday (ah well, it was only an open mic') because I wanted to sit down and do some writing. At the moment, I do my work, I drink my booze, smoke my smokes, write my music and spend a few hours writing stories. It really isn't too bad. No crisis.

I've already started speaking with a few people about relocating to somewhere else in London for late January. It would be great to be in a house of real rockers, artists and writers (rose tinted spec surely. ED.), I'd like to stay around Camden but I'm keeping an open mind. It'd be great to have a weird bohemian house, with plenty of insanity, crazy and imaginative people.

We shall see what happens, but come January it would seem that I will be on the road again!

Tom.