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When my numbers up, It’s fair to say we all know what my last words will be.
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Having said that, I don’t want it written on my gravestone.

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Thievery Corporation the time we lost our way saucer eyed coming of age come down, walking back with the girl through the wheat-fields as the noise from festival behind them draws to a close and the sun rises round 6am.



Snow Patrol How to be Dead - not seen her for years and it’s the turn of the century - crowded room and our hero is just coming round from a fierce trip to the drugged up dark side of the moon - she’s lost and just found her way to the gathering due to n only in the movies trail of co-incidence - eyes meet - crescendo of the song kicks in.
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Editors Munich - As the femme fatale smokes cigarettes watching from the balcony overlooking the dance floor, she watches as our hero pushes through the club crowd looking delighted to see her after all he’s been through that night - all he’s been through for her - and then he bumps into the cops and he looks up at her in dis-belief - she smiles a wry smile, stubs out the cigarette and turns back into the shadows. He’s fucked.
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Ocean Colour Scene Hundred Mile High City- Bank Robbery Get away. Probably been done by some very bad Brit flick gangster movie somewhere though - actually, I think this starts off the intro scene to Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels which was quite good to be fair. Especially due to the repeated appropriate use of the word Muppet - one of my most used phrases.
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The Charlatons Telling stories - end of the film final walk off as our hero turns his back on the job and the money waiting back in the world and instead walks back up the beach to his hut in the hills and a beautiful girl in a hammock.
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Zero 7 In the waiting line well, Zach Braff did this to perfection with that drugged up party scene in Garden State.
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Right enough of that.
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The last month or so does seem to have gone at a hundred miles an hour or so I’ve been over to Holland, back to UK, over to Holland, over to Germany, back to UK I’ve started a new job, moved all my stuff across, sorted out the mortgage on the flat in back in Winchester and am now more or less settled - especially after I finally get a bank account tomorrow after a visit to the tax office.
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As an expat when you move to somewhere like Africa or Indonesia there is an awful lot of the settling in gubbins that happens for you - due to the fact there was someone before you and a system of introduction in place you don’t have to do all the little things - they sort of say this is where you live, here’s who cleans and cooks, this is what you drive, this is your phone, sign this that and the other and we’ll pay your house bills - here are the keys - bars are here, here and here - enjoy.
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Even in Vietnam, where I was the first there from my company, there was a fair amount of support to get you set up - plus if you are a foreigner then there are folk who make a living off getting you used to the place and making things easy - you have money out of proportion to the average earnings of the country you are working in, so therefore - if you want the comforts of life made easy and accessible - there will be some ingenious secret service to allow that to happen - English Fry-Up’s cooked and delivered to your door first thing in the morning in Hanoi for example.
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In this instant though, I’m still living and working in the Western world they don’t usually employ foreigners to work at this office I’m being hired in the same way a local would be - so all the odds and ends of life are up to me to set up - the bills, TV, rent, house, phone, bank, tax, getting around, tying off the knots to the open ends of all you left behind - the lingo isn’t the problem - it’s just knowing where to go, who to ask, when and where - which isn’t a particularly difficult thing - just very time consuming and trial and error type of thing - and something that isn’t usually all taken care of in the space of a month.
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But it’s nearly all done now.
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So I deserve another Whisky coke.
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Fuck it.
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A White Russian.
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(Note to self - must remember to get travel Insurance tomorrow - At the moment, if I get hit by a tram or something and I am in deep shit - no more national health - no questions asked)

So in the end I couldn’t be done with waiting around for someone to come look at the laptop or spend any more time talking to Indian Call centres - I flashed the credit card, said a prayer to the bank account karma gremlin and a new computer was mine - and with it the second to last piece of the settling in puzzle was complete - I am online and back in the game - after a bit of tinkering, downloading, cut and pasting and burning I’ve got things looking like home in here.

A bit drastic - laptop refuses to play ball so I go out and buy new computer - but I figure that I’ve not been wasting moola on wasting myself in the bars of the UK over the last month or so and that means the cash saved can be converted into something much more useful - and so once again I can surf around to my hearts content and catch up on all what has been going on in the lands of those listed in the side bar up there on the right - first stop catching up with the grandmaster flash Eric Elsewhere - and read the greatest post since the dawn of the internet.

I shit you not.

And that phrase really applies in this circumstance.