this one time i took a plane from new york to see my estranged wife in LA. we met up at her christmas party at this huge building. really high. Anyway, long story short, international terrorists fronted by Alan Rickman kidnapped everyone (i managed to sneak away as parties aren't really my thing and i was in my wife's office). I had to kill all the terrorists and deal with the gung-ho FBI and save everyone in the building.
That was stressful.
Hehehehe, that was funny. Are you related to Jack Bauer?
Seriously... Pressure? What pressure?
I?m trying to get over a break-up, and it's taking me longer and it's hurting me more than I ever thought it would. It wasn?t a long relationship, but it was very intense, at least for me. It?s not easy to come to terms with the fact that for the other person it wasn?t that important after all . Because of that, well, and also because I don't really enjoy my job anymore, I?ve been having problems at work; frankly my mind is not into it. I actually fear for my job.
Things are not going that well back at home with my mum and dad. A separation is on the cards plus another member of my family is dealing with some health problems.
On top of everything I have less than two weeks to find new flatmates, otherwise I?m gonna have to move out of the place that has been my home for the past 5 years.
Oh yeah! And my football team looks set to get demoted yet again this season?
Who the hell put a curse on me??
Still all right to smile though? Cos I'm perfectly aware it could be much worse
Edit to add: I might as well ask: Anyone in London interested in sharing a lovely flat with me in Camden Town?? 
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