Back from Keswick

I suppose you can call me Hero Zero Dinero, as I'm in somewhat reduced circumstances. Partly that's because of my crazy trips to Bristol, Cumbria, the East Midlands and so on. Partly it's because of my poor money management skills- you can't claim to be a financial genius if you have to borrow money to cover your direct debit debts to Amnesty International. All in all, the biggest reason I'm counting out the coppers is a surprising degree of idleness.

It's a little strange. When caught up in, say, an interesting piece of physics or a video game from the early nineties, I can work like a demon. But if someone says "Hey, Nathan, go over there and ask for a job so that you can buy food and train tickets", I'm more inclined to say "eh" and then go back to watching UKTV History, or podcasts from Melbourne. Let's be clear: it's not the actual work that's the problem. Hell, I once crossed a picket line to do unpaid labour down a mud mine. Hmm. That's cryptic, even for me. Remind me to explain sometime.

No, the real problem is sorting things out. Sorting Things Out. Urgh.

I can almost do it, in the minimalist environment of Oxford. Maybe it's bad Feng Shui, but I can't do it down here in the Shire.

Oops... I'm slipping back into moaning about Devon. Right, time to cycle to the local tavern. To ask for work.

Urgh.

You're so silent, Jens