Fuck!

Well, Raj has decided to back out of driving us up to Edinburgh, so we now have to find a way of getting to the festival in time. Trains are looking likely at the moment, although they will only drive up the ever increasing cost.

I have been looking in to joining a workhouse on my return. Oh sure, the hours, conditions, pay and job are poor, and I may very well die as a result of one of the many illnesses that are rampant amongst the penniless population, but I won't be homeless damnit!

It's either that or join a pickpocketing gang. As I see it these are literally my only options.

Owen.

Absconding with the loot

The accommodation I had booked fell through on Monday because the world thinks it's funny to test me. Well screw you world, 'cause I've found us an even better place, albeit one that seems designed to house midgets.

I'm having to collect all the rent money in from everyone which means that if I were unscrupulous I could abscond with the loot and live off it for the rest of my days, for a couple of months at least. It's just as well I'm not that unscrupul...I'm sorry I couldn't keep a straight face typing that, the money is obviously now mine.

Owen.

Choose your weapon.

According to a great many people over the last few days, we will be pelted on stage with either bricks, eggs, beer or vegetables. I myself am scepticle as to whether people attending a free comedy show at the fringe will be disposed to hurl any such objects at us, although if they do let the record show that I took the blows, and did it my way, albeit with a large number of stains and/or bruises about my person.

Owen.

I may kill Raj

We shall try and secure some funding from somewhere, but if we don't manage to get any then I may well have to kill Raj with my bare hands after he backed out of coming to Edinburgh.

I may possibly use a cutlass, or some bladed object, but I can't be sure at this stage. We'll just have to see what happens with the cash.

Watch this space...

Owen.