Finance

Sounds boring doesn't it... And you'd be right. I don't imagine this post being spectacularly amazing and I didn't even plan to write anything in here tonight, but seeing as there's a break in the cricket, (an event which I am committed to staying to watch until the close), let's see what we can muster up from the deeper segments of the brain of Mitten.

I can foresee difficult times ahead with flashes of greatness. Once I finish work, I can see me half-heartedly sifting through the Internet's darkest regions, (No Beddoe, not those regions), for the dream job that I will have for 8 months before hopefully, the inevitable. The closer future holds many great things.

I'm driving down to Bath on Friday, alone, to attend the interview that will hopefully open a door to the next few years. I'm starting to feel slightly nervous at the prospect but I am holding on to the fact that many of the other applicants haven't been through any sort of interview, whereas I have been round the block enough to know roughly what's going to happen. I suppose some money will be spent getting there and hopefully getting back, on the tyres that are as bare as a Thai woman's vegetable patch. The risk of a blowout is imminent... (I foresee Beddoe chuckling at this moment).

The rest of January, until the very end at least, is just as bare, with every Wednesday evening the only time on my timetable taken up by sporting events of 2 sorts. 5-a-side football and Indoor Cricket nets, alternate weeks, for 10 weeks. Time to get rid of the belly that has suddenly formed. £20 for 6 weeks of football and £3 per week of cricket, is just more money that will disappear. Sunday mornings also see the return of the regular football season and for the 2nd half of the season, I won't be needing the Red Bull to wake me up.

The end of January though, brings more tales of Manchester based woe and delight. Yet another trek up to the dizzy heights of the city will surely bring more stories of such prosterity and wasted times that a post in this blog will definitely be dedicated to it. I'm just as excited as any other time, except for the fact the morons I call, "my friends", have created an Operation. An operation that involves me and some girl I don't even know. I think you can work the rest out for yourselves, but in my past experience of, "Operations", I can't actually think of one that has failed.. Meaning that this one is bound to go down the same road, and to be completely honest guys... I am well and truly, in!

Money however, will be used, (maybe in the Operation itself if the rumours of this person are to be believed). I joke... Or do I.?

The cricket season aswell, is always drawing nearer, and I still intend to put plenty of money aside so I can play a full part without having to demand money from the rents, which will become as annoying for them as it will embarrassing for me. It's a bit different to the football, where I can sort of blackmail The Gaffer, (a.k.a Father Mitten), into not paying. I can just say, "I'm not paying and if you won't let me play because of it, you don't have a keeper". And that wouldn't go down too well with the squad... Hey, that's a plan you know! Money saved!

That is my point though. Good things cost money and seeing as I'm probably not going to have a job for months, this delightful resource will become scarce. I do want to sell the Mittenmobile, (as much as it pains me to say it), which will create more, but Mother Mitten is attempting to stifle those wants, probably because she wants to get to Tesco's at a decent hour. It is going to be a tough few months, and the things I have listed above are the only good things I can think of. The rest will be full of painstakingly long days, searching as if I want something. Hopefully all goes well on Friday...

Or my life will be as bare as that Thai..

Cya x