Friday, February 08, 2008


My how the time flies when you are back at work, even in the unrelenting heat of the sun,there is a certain decadance about sitting in air conditioned luxury. It is only when you leave the building that you realise just how hot it is in the real world. Like when your shirt begins to stick to your back just from the effort of putting one foot in front of the other.

This year I am on a mission, I have to save every cent I can for a very special trip. I am not going to divulge my destination just yet, as I will no doubt curse it to disaster by doing so. Suffice to say I am gonna have to live off the smell of an oily rag for the next 12 months, in order to achieve my goal.
I believe it can be done.

So do not ask me to contribute to anything, the exchequer is closed. I am going to make Scrooge look positively philanthropic as I pursue this objective. Gone are the days of frittering away cash on CD's, DVD's, musical equipment for my studio, takeaway food etc etc etc. I am gonna have to live a frugal hermit like existence but I know in my heart that the mission is a good one & achievable.

Listening to:

Vampire Weekend
Mystery Jets
The Editors
The Dodos


Yorkshire Pudding said...

Is your mystery destination The Bay of Plenty? Or perhaps Queenstown, South Island? Give me your full bank details (including PIN number) and I will send you a British fiver to boost your travel fund.

KTB said...

Japan perhaps?!