Uh oh

I live in a bubble and I’m ok with that. But then sometimes people try and poke your bubble with little Buffy like wooden vampire picks and because you don’t have slayer like capabilities, you now have holes all over your bubble. Yes, it’s a little cold and windy. Kind of like our oven at home. The glass on the door has smashed and we have mended it with sticky tape and still use it, despite there being shards of glass everywhere and holes. Ideal? No, especially when are hoping to cook a turkey in it tomorrow night. But I digress.

So all this economic bullshit, while obviously worrying, hasn’t really hit home until now. Unfortunately, we’re all kind of selfish, well, maybe it’s just me, and while we all know of people being made redundant, it doesn’t really affect your life until it creeps in and starts breathing down your neck. In and out. With a bit of spittle. Ew, that’s gross. So, what I’m trying to say is that they are making redundancies at my work. Obviously, this is putting a massive blip in my bubble. Sure, I am in negative mode on the friend front, it’s getting dark at freakin’ 3:30pm now and I spent this morning on the tube playing elbow war with a lady who thought I was a pole – but I love it here and I don’t want to leave. I know everything works out one way or another and to tell you the truth, I’m not that worried, but I just find it annoying when there are blips in my fun. Oh and when the person who is deciding your fate called you ‘icy and anonymous’ three months ago.

Speaking of fun, I went to the most amazing club last night. It was in a train station, well to be precise, through a tiny door and underneath a main railway station. Words will not describe how cool it was, but think live art, spontaneous performances, bands and random art installations and that might help with your brain painting? Are you conjuring coolness yet? Try a bit harder. Are you there yet? Ok, yes, that’s it. It was amazing. It was so amazing I lost my voice and got home at 4am. Now I have to go to bed.