Well shit, i've finally got a job i enjoy.

I'm happy, and stress free. It's unusual and im not used to it at all. I'd even say im... stable.

It's in a pretty mansion-thing in a small quite posh town, where the air is CLEAN.

And it's a small company with all the great stuff that goes with it, hell im in the office with the top man and he's the coolest boss ever.

Can't wait to move over there, north yorkshire is only 20 miles away but damn a lot changes in that 20 miles.

And in a year or so I could be on the ops team travelling to america and flying in helicopters playing with million pound lasers and 60 grand cameras. fun. times.

I might even start talking photos again... and start traveling.

I've been after a motorbike for a while, i'd planned a euro trip and an ireland trip and now it may actually happen.

EDIT: After seeing 3 serious motorbike accidents in nearly as many days, I'll be getting something on four wheels thanks. Something with a bit of luxury too.

Toodeloo!