Back from the Big Smoke

Been to London finally...saw the Mergatroid put on a great gig in Camden, caught up with some old friends, listened to jazz music and mad poetry in Finsbury, saw an exhibition of gothic art at the Tate Britain, had a boat ride on the Thames, got drunk in Blackheath, formed a guitar/banjo duo with my uncle and recorded our first album... I also rediscovered the capacity to eat and sleep properly, then lost it as soon as I got back. Easy come easy go. Had no less than four practically coherent ideas for stories too. In fact I felt like a totally different person; I lost my seemingly chronic anxiety for five days.
It's back now.
Wait for five months, move to London, go to uni. Sounds so simple doesn't it? But it ain't. Can't tell you why.
Missed my psychology appointment as well, which has pissed me off. I'm also going to be in trouble with the benefits agency for missing an interview for some poxy, ten hour a week, minimum wage kitchen slave job. Bastards.
One day I will look back on all this and laugh.
Probably from within a room with rubber wallpaper.