Morning all

one more week down, 4 to go and I am a free man. Fucking yeah!

Dunc asked why I give a shit and the answer is that project building work has the peversity of wanting to see the project finished regardless of all the worthless nob ends that you are forced to share the ride with. After being embroiled in a particular project for a year I start to feel a sort of responsibility for it. Not for the people, but the fabric of the building itself. Twisted eh? Actually It's self serving; Without the finished building, there's nothing to justify the effort I have put in. I found out last year that the building I spent a year and a half living in Jahorrible to complete, has been closed down as it was doing no business. I feel incongruously depressed about that. The cunts. All this doesn't change the fact that in 4 weeks I am no longer responsible for anything.

I told the Koreans (top photo essay about Korean kids hatred of Japan) of my plans on Wednesday. Mr Kim, who represents one third of decent Koreans that I have met (the other two being his boss, Mr Min and his sidekick, Mr Joe) proceeded to go to great lengths to reinforce how much they've all enjoyed working with me, which leads me to believe that he is convinced that I am being fired and that the whole Belgium thing is some sort of smokescreen. He thinks this because it is what a Korean would do. Their culture is based around the fact that the spoken word is essentially worthless and so you can talk any sort of shite you want to get the result you are looking for. The Koreans I know (even the 3 decent ones) all do this all the time. Over the smallest thing. It's exhausting (but only for 4 more weeks...!)

The shippers came yesterday and in 4 hours managed to turn our flat from a home into a cardboard box storage yard and then into a squat. Now we have a folding table, a mattress on the floor and an old shelf for the computer to sit on. In celebration of our new found roles as pikey squatters, we dug the stash out of the garbage (we had binned it figuring it wouldn't go down too well with Belgian customs and anyway, we'll be living next door to Holland soon) and smoked until we passed out.

Now we've got no tele, no projector, no proper computer (pressed a 5 year old laptop into service, god W98 was shit) and nothing to store beer in. Bugger.

Well, I kept the PS2 out so once I move into Chantal's flat at the end of next week, I'll be Eating Snake for the rest of the month.

Bubble's still snoring and, as we have no fridge, I'm off up the road to buy the morning coffee.

Bomber out