Well, the final indignity in the months of poverty is that the Phoneline to our house has been completely cut off, leaving me with no phone or internet.  For the last few days I’ve felt completely isolated, unable to contact any friends, waiting for one of them to contact me.  I can snatch the odd moment or two on the open access computer at work, but it hardly works as a substitute.

I’m beginning to feel more and more as though I’ve completely regressed into being a teenager, completely without direction.  Except teenagers have money.  I’m beginnning to seriously consider a complete life-reboot, just moving somewhere completely new, start all over again. Because, sports fans, this just isn’t working any more.  Single, crap job, no money, few friends.  Not good.  Maybe I should move down to London.  I dunno.