The job hunt continues. Things are starting to look bleak. I'm beginning to receive replies from the companies I sent applications to and they all say the same thing more or less ("Thanks for your interest....we do not require you to come for an interview...all the best...etc")....I must say, rejection is never easy. It's been an especially boozey week as well. I shan't go into details here for fear of shocking you guys but the folk in London (esp. Tira) know that this has been a week of nocturnal (and somewhat hard core) alcoholic consumption for tim. Anyhoo, time is a-ticking and it's time to sit myself in front of the telly with a bag of crisps and a bottle of rioja for company. A solitary evening at home never seemed sadder. Nae bother, I shall probably be slightly merrier in an hour.