What’s new pussycat?

Merry Christmas all, etc.

It’s the one true time in the whole year where I can relax, in the purest sense. The type where I can run a bath in the middle of the day and turn my phone off, knowing I’m under no pressure.

It’s also a dangerous time as idle hands become the devils tools and I can demonstrate better than anyone that a fool and his money are easily parted.

The week before Xmas, I gave Porsche the bird. I will be publishing an open letter in the new year, unless they get in touch with me which will be as miraculous as seeing Jesus Christ come out of my garden shed as I’m reaching in for another pack of kitchen rolls. As a result, I decided that I no longer wanted £10,000 in their care so I also asked for a refund to my deposit. Right now, my toys are being thrown everywhere. I’ll get over it, but right now I want them to know they’re being dicks.

So. I went and bought a car. A deposit of £7k has been placed and I hope to pick it up on Wednesday. Can’t wait :)