I've been out of work now for about 3 weeks. I had a couple of days work at a design studio working on the Met Police Intranet. It was quite interesting but I felt like a bit of a fool. After my time at the BBC my skills had muddied somewhat and I did this awful jumble of CSS, the guy didn't seem to pleased. I quickly got my act together & finished the job nicely anyway.

I've been going to loads of interviews and it's been awful. Not one to blow my own trumpet - but I'm pretty god at this 'going for an interview and getting a job' lark by now. Most of these places I've just turned them down ont he grounds they were depressing hell-holes in the middle of nowhere. I'm sure I have on my CV 'will not travel outside london' and yet I got 3 calls about jobs today.. in Hammersmith! I should put 'will not travel outside 0207' - that's bit rich as Clapton is 0208 - I guess I'll commute.

It is lovely being off work - and it hasn't at all got boring yet. My savings are depleting rapidly though & my sleep pattern more so. I normally turn in at around 8am these days then peel myself out of bed at around 3.

I feel so unhealthy though - I've been smoking loads and my gut has taken on a life of it's own - a bit like that thing in Total Recall 'Start the reactorrr' yeah the fucking cake reactor. I bought one of those folding bikes - I thought it would be good for going to work as I could cycle through al the nice bits - then fold it up and get the bus through the city. Folded up or not it weighs a fucking ton - there's not really much point to it as you couldn't carry it anywhere. I'm sure it's heavier than my old bike and it looks stupid.

So - I've started up the cartoons again & started up my blog to go with it. I don't have much else to do at the moment :-/