Alrighty so we've finally got the internet sorted out for our flat, after three weeks of dicking around i should say. I’m living with two of my friends John and Yvetti, they’re good people, and it should be a good time living here with them. I would like to say that my summer has consisted of nothing more substantial than pissing around in the sun and hitting the bottle with my mates, but I'd be telling a big dirty lie. No it has mostly been work for me and the sparingly few times that I've had an opportunity to enjoy myself have been rather sad affairs, with people being a major letdown mostly. People change. And I suddenly find myself wondering why I still hang around with them. It’s very difficult to accept the very real possibility that somebody you’ve been good (close? I don’t know) friends with for a couple of years doesn’t really give much of a toss about you either way. Fucking sad? Fucking A! That’s as simple as I can lay it out really You can go hang the reality of it all.