Shady dealings aside, I'm really busy. Work things are slowly, finally, painfully picking up after all that university nonsense I put myself through. I got a semi-offer from a company in the US who I thought had forgotten about me, which prompted me to yell 'holy fucking shit!'. Always good. Not that you care about my CV, I understand. You're here for the wit, the verve, and maybe even the panache. Not to mention the amazing (a-MAZING) new haircut.

Plus, my diary had a few new additions to favourites lists lately (hello, lovely people), so I feel pressure to maintain/establish some level of quality control. I shall warn you now: fat chance. However, I do love it when people add me; tell your friends.

So the other night I found myself at a massive country-house place, sitting in what was either a bower or an arboretum, eating avocadoes and being glared at accusingly by geese. Having been brought up a little bit rural, I feel bad that I try and spend so much time in built environments, when all I need to do is drive (or, get driven. Must past test. Must.) for ten minutes and, hey! Geese! Especially in summer, when it's so easy to remember all that's great about En-ger-land. Plus, not having a dissertation to write is a big help.

Right. Must go and move stuff, and find a place to live. If anyone needs a flatmate, anywhere in...well, the world actually, I'm your man. Especially if you live in Bratislava.