Throw the rest away

I'm in. Only I have too much stuff. I also have a Bryan Adams CD. Where the hell did that come from? It's cramped, with boxes and bags all over the place. Tonight I intend to sleep 'astronaut style', propped up against the wall. But it's good. I've always liked good things.

I finally managed to unpack the bag I've been carrying around non-stop for the last 16 days. In it was a pile of crap, most of it beyond me. A book, two magazines, four note pads, a diary, my chequebook, drivers license, passport, an eggcup, half a dozen used tube tickets, an empty tube of toothpaste, a jumper, Andy Bloch's business card, a Gutshot poker chip worth 25p, my dictaphone, some aspirin, two pens, half a pack of tissues, my A-Z with no cover and Cricklewood missing, and a pack of pro plus - which I wish I knew I'd had yesterday. It's always the last place you look.

I could have dumped everything but the jumper and the eggcup.

So I have keys now, and trees outside my window, and an address, which will please the Student loans Company no end. No food of course, just an air tight coffee container with nothing in and a few cups I brought with me. Everything else I left behind.

But things start here, and it was sunny today.