London..

..Is very big. And I am very small. And have no friends. Last night I slept in a house accross the road from David Bowie, and next door to Darcy Bussel. Tonight Matthew, I’m in a hotel room in the centre of town where I can touch the opposite walls with my arms outstretched. Wanksocks. I’m scared. I like it here, but I am but a weeny tadpole here for the princess kissing, as opposed to being stepped upon inadvertantly. Fingers crossed. Oh yes. Job prospects. I’m doing a trial week at a branding agency in Camden. Maybe next week i’ll pay taxes. Woo fucking yay.

They have Krispy Kreme doughnuts here.

So far that’s my only positive point on the ‘moving to London – pros/cons’ list. If you could help me out with some more i’d appreciate it. Thanks.