My mate is right you know. She is ever so wise.
Three gin and tonics and a sausage platter later, after I expressed my woes on which political party to go for and how I need to find a new house to rent (buying a house increasingly frustrating me and prolonging my buying a new red couch), she proffered up a solution.
A survey. Which would decide which party I could vote for, by policies and policies alone.
Here it would be able to say whether I was more Tory or more Labour.
The survey totally backfired.
In fact, it turned out that I'm something else completely. A UKPI. Which is an obscure right-wing anti-Europe party. What the fuck?
Actually this is all a load of bollocks. I'm on the fence now. And as she so rightly said, why do I have to BE anything? Fuck it, they're all a bunch of tossers anyway.
On the house. I'm not coping. I want to leave my digs, for various reasons - mainly antipodean, ghetto reasons which I believe are perfectly valid. And rent a place a while. It takes the pressure off of finding a home to buy so quickly.
I also want to fill my home with things like this:
I need to nest. And I want my time to have beautiful purple Great Danes covered in velvet without anyone's permission.
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