FUCK...SHIT...BOLLOCKS

So funny thing happened to me last night, I had to make one of those watershed decisions and well I am gonna have to do the sensible thing for the first time in my life. Essential not go to BM this year. Fuck. Kind of thought it might happen, but there was the small part of me that was just going to jump on a plane and end up in the dust, regardless of the consequences.

I need an operation and if I am as committed to getting out of Scotland as I like to think I am, then it will take 2 weeks to recuperate and another 2 months to be fit to travel.Shit. Also there is the fact I doubt I would be able to safely transport all my gear to the desert, without being a liability to those around me.

On top of that I had to tackle one of those career issues, as to whether I want one or not and if so how much? That was actually quiet an easy one, to hell with work, it will always be there. 3 months sabbatical is just insignificant for all the people I want to meet globally. So it is goodbye 9-5 (well 10-4ish is more realistic) and hello traveling el-wire gypsy.

What was more significant about the career decision was that it forced me to nail down just what in the hell I was going to do with my floating tin can. I am going to rent it out for 6 months but that means I have to put the work in to finally get her finished. With Nowhere and BM taking up more or less 2 months of my life, the boring fact of logistics means it just wont work.Bollocks. And here is me meant to be a TimeLord and everything.

Oh that reminds me, anyone up for a boat painting party. Supplies on me, paint on you.

I somehow managed to do this whilst in the midst of the divine carnage that was Rockness. Massive thanks to Mel for well everything, Pepper for her technical expertise and Jenny my partner in hat crime. So the moral of this rambling blog

get fucked up, change your life!

...no wait...the moral should involve glowing somehow