Ready or nowt...

Ha haaa.... finally those bastards have got their shite together. I'm financial again.

I spose it's good and bad news both the way I see it. On on hand I can now start repaying back my good mates for stretching their necks out for me for a month. On the other hand it means the time has come for the ordeal of a land/sea traverse via public transport with a quiver of boards, guitar and pack to, fate have mercy- the negotiation of some work-for-cash accord with a suitable employer. Let the vetoing process begin - hell, I aint workin for just anybody...

I guess the days of Ian Jermyn, gentleman-of-leisure extrodinaire, are coming to a close. Or at least, relocation...