This Ain't Gonna Be Easy [Work work work]

My god, the past few days, and the imminent few days.  Thats all I have to say- My god.

Yeah, I'm pretty busy.  I'm working at a local festival, called the Openhouse Festival.  Its good fun, free music in return for pulling some pints.  If you are spirited, the tips are fairly mega too.  I also have a couple of writing gigs, which is good.  Yes, thats right, I said "good"- the universally accepted positive word to express a measured response.  Of course it is good to be getting work, to be getting recognised and approached for various projects, its just I can't help but feel that I'm perhaps on the brink of getting in over my head time wise.  I had a flash of inspiration yesterday and decided to just ring up the guy who runs Panic Dots and pitch a series to him.  He loved it, so I have to develop that fairly quickly.  I am also doing a piece for an old friend, who I really almost want to over perform for, as I was so flattered he asked me to help.  All this and lots of festival work too.

In another way, it probably couldn't have come at a better time.  I am so frustrated living at home.  I don't actually even want to write about it as it will only serve to fan the flames of irritation.  However, I applied to get on a Radio Journalism course at the BBC, where I will get a degree level diploma and 6 months direct work experience.  Basically doing all the things you simply can't get as a volunteer without technical know how.  Again, I am reluctant to talk too much about it, as I don't find out if I have got the place until Monday.  I don't want to get too excited, for fear of disappointment.  But yes, in that vein, were I to somehow secure a place, I would invariably have to stay longer at Merok.  I may apply to the Housing Benefit Executive, appeal for some sort of help.

Those French bohemians may have liked self induced poverty, but I bet they didn't live with their parents...