the struggle

I write around the web...

and so-far the reviews have been 'just terrific'...

'cos Im dead fucking important.

And yer damned right I know my way around a tuk-tuk rank.

Never get in a tuk-tuk thats driven by anyone who comes from a country beginning with the letter 'I'.

I wouldn't normally tell you all this but its too hard not to.

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Im a realhead temporarily dwelling in a realm of naiive amateurs and stiffs. I've met every single type of tefl teacher abar 5 times over now. Nothing gets new except the bottom line on my bank balance.

Found a new gym the other day and bouldered my way out of it, after 2 hours of be-littling the free weights, to find a pub doing fairly decent Czech style gargle. I plotted up, got talking to some English fella. He was the type of expat who first of all wants to tell you that he's different cos he 'met his Vietnamese wife in England'.

'Beaut', thinks I more miles on the clockishly than Polo M.

It doesnt really matter. I found teaching the English to the Foreigners to be a good way to travel around bits of the world and so to live in different cuntries and all that goes along with that. But when you've done the whole scene and you know that you can walk into any gig and boss the set it loses its mistique.

And thats why Im going back to Tipton to work on a production line making flash executive chairs for multi-millionaire bankers.

But they're all gonna be laced with fart cushions.