Well, life continues much as before.
I would leave it at that, but:
1. I want to write more, and
2. If everyone got away with that life would be dull. How about a Romeo and Juliet where they met, fell in love, their families made up and they honeymooned in Bognor? No story. The opening of 2001; Caveman throws bone into the air...it arcs up and up, then down and down, ricocheting off his bonce on the return leg. No. Things have to be longer.
If you find reading a strain, why are you here anyway? Life continues much as before. Be satisfied. Go away.
Whereas the rest of you...
The Coming Weeks
In the week I switched from intense writing to intensely researching the possibility of further study. It is something I intend to do, and always have, but quietly, to myself, as those with public leanings in that direction come up against difficulties. Everyone they know unceasingly questioning their sanity, for example, which can, I'm told, make life a little trying. I changed my mind towards putting it off to the future after I recieved an offer for a place on an MSc course. I hadn't applied, so I took this to be a sign from GOD, or whichever deity happened to be loitering around the Admissions Board at Cranfield University and felt like giving me an epiphany.
I'm still undecided in terms of which of two directions to take. I will withhold them however, for now. I'm in the 'window shopping' stage, which is pretty intense, scrabbling at the glass kinda window shopping because if I'm serious about this, there is the small matter of funding deadlines. And without funding, the possibility of me even borrowing 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Scone' from a university library is slight to nonexistent.
So there you are.
All this leads me to tomorrow morning, when, at the extremely businesslike hour of 0740, I shall board a bus, buy a ticket to Ryde (no pun intended) and one hour and twenty minutes later, begin my two weeks of compulsory literacy and numeracy, CV and cover letter assistance/training.
The fact that I have given the lovely people a CV and an example of a cover letter that they were cooing over, I have a Bachelor's degree in Engineering and could, given a flipchart and a big, chunky pen, explain the proof for differential calculus, and the fact that I am currently halfway through writing a novel...well, all of that is irrelevant next to the fact that I have to go, or they'll stop my benefit.
Has everyone got a pen, Jobseekers?
Hot Or Not...scouseaccent YOU DECIDE /scouseaccent
You can now rate The Autoblography at Hot or Not.
Be the bastards I know you really are, under those lovely, cheeky faces.
Oh, and as a random signoff, I found that the rather upperclass exclamation 'Poppycock!' actually translates as 'Soft shit!' from the Dutch, Pappe Kak.
So, there you are again.
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