Just what have I done in the last 12 months that has kept me from writing anything longer than my address?
I sold my house (just before all the selling house issues started).
Drove a Ford Mustang from the west coast to the east coast of America including spending a week in Death Valley during the summer where the temperature was circa 50 degrees C (makes the weather this week seem mild).
Moved to lovely lovely Dog Poo, erm... I mean Brighton.
Went to Paris for a bit (très bien).
Went to the US again, this time to work in Pittsburgh (PA) for a bit.
Quit my job (about the 3rd time in 2 years).
Visited Dublin – was okay.
Got the worst flu ever at Christmas (the 4th or 5th time in recent memory that I’ve had flu at Christmas - no turk or stuffing for me).
Went to a bunch of gigs (including the Breeders – Pod, Trump - Pod).
Sat next to Gillian Anderson during a performance of Glengarry Glen Ross in London.
Stood next to Harold Pinter in the lobby of an Anthony Gormley exhibition (actually I stood, Pinter was sitting in his wheelchair, lazy bastard) - actually that's something I hadn't noticed before, where's my avatar thingy gone?
Went to South Africa for a bit (Cape Town lovely, Johannesburg a bit scary - stayed at a guesthouse in Johannesburg which had a smooth miniature dachshund running about.
Completed more videogames than a man of my age should have any right to do (not going to list them, frankly it would shameful).
Became a Pro at bowling, boxing AND tennis on Wii Sports.
Bought a MacBook – Yes, a MacBook.
Read a stack of J G Ballard - Crash, pure filth.
Visited Cambridge, Oxford, Cardiff, Manchester, Birmingham, Reading and others.
Spent a small fortune on hotels, am now a Malmaison expert.
Went to a lot of restaurants - the best was in Manchester.
Think that’s about it.
I’ll go into more detail on some of the places I been during the past 12 months later, obviously makes sense now that this is a *cough* travel blog.