I have only got about 40hrs left to take an 18-30 Holiday. Yep, Im gunna be 31 on Monday.  How do I feel about this?  Err absolutely nothing. Maybe its because all I can think about at the moment is the move.  Although I am organised I am still a bag of nerves about the whole thing.  Hopefully a session at the gym will help me work off some of this stress, and it should be better for me than the several glasses (ok, bottles) of wine I have sampled this week to do the same thing.

After writing my blog last week I had nothing  to do for the rest of the day except enjoy the delights of Blackpool in the sunshine.  I went out that evening and visited various local gay bars.  I dont know if was the heat or the fact that I was a tired, but I didnt feel my sociable self.  Usually I can go somewhere and find someone to chat to, but last Saturday Blackpool felt a very lonely place.  This was playing on my mind during the week and fuelled my paranoia about leaving all my friends in Newcastle,  to a town where I dont know a soul. These paranoias where dispelled (for the moment at least) by a few kind messages from Dean, a guy from Blackpool, who I found via myspace.  He has invited me for a gathering to meet him and his partner and friends once I move down.  Suddenly Blackpool doesnt seem such a lonely place.