Been a long time since my last blog...

...And since then I've sold out. Fuck saving the world, fuck being a hero - let's just get loads of money and help fat rich people get fatter and richer. Proud of myself? Well, actually, yes. I have a TC with a large and reputable law firm, and these are pretty damn hard to come by.

Plus, surely I can just do the training and then go into something more worthwhile? Surely, in three years' time, I will be in the perfect position to sneer "HA! You fools! You thought I'd stay on in your corporate whoredom, but NO! I am outta here, so long suckers... I'm off to save the world!"

Surely.

Or not. In three years' time, I imagine I'll be used to being able to pay for nice skiing holidays, eating in nice restaurants and buying designer clothes (the latter is unlikely - not many designers go up to size fuck-off-fat). Whatever. Saving the world is for pussies.

What is far more likely is that I will buckle under the stress of the workload and screw up some multi-billion pound deal and then I will do what I always do Pinky, I will run away - possibly to India. Except that I can no longer really do this, what with being married and all. Actually what am I talking about - of course I can. Beardy would be all for it.

Long story short: real job = great; financial solvency = right on; workload/content = I'm shitting myself.