Staygo?

Getting ready to take a cocktail shot. I have a ridiculous job.



I found out last night that the job I thought I was going back to in London has probably fallen through. Looks like the magazine may fold because of the crappy economic conditions in the UK. Spent a good few hours panicking about it and wondering if I should cancel my flight and take up one of the offers I’ve had here, despite the fact they aren’t really what I want to do and I’m about ready to head home for a while anyway.

Then later that night, a chap I know offered to invest quite a lot of money in me and a friend to start our own magazine. It’s a hell of an opportunity and owning a mag and being able write about whatever the hell we wanted would be amazing. You never know, I might actually make some money for once. Decisions to be made.

On top of that I’ve just scored two regular freelance gigs that will keep me ticking over for the six months it would take to get the mag going, so happy days.

And two of my best friends just had a baby boy, called Huey.