But then I probably haven’t changed the date and time in this thing, so it’ll look like I was writing this in the middle of the work day. Hmm.

Yesterday being awake early apparently spurred me to play Boy Philosopher, for some reason. As you can tell, a life-changing event like emigration can turn the most reasonable of men (yes, me) into some sort of navel-gazing fluffhunter. However, today, let me give you the right answer for the rorschach test; you know, the one you spout at parties.

We’re both fine, and settling in, just about.

Ahem…

Well yes I could go into a lot more detail than that, but there’s a limit to what I’ll say on an open page. I will say that we’ve almost done everything we knew we were going to need to do before we left, and now we’re down to discovering things that are all-new. By that I mean we’ve moved into our apartment, we’ve bought a new TV (woo!), we’ve set up a bank account (and one with a credit union), we’ve gotten registered with all the right people, and I’ve even been paid a few times (as it’s happening ‘semi-monthly’, ie twice a month). We have a couch, a cat, a dining table, a couple of chairs, and a whole new series of incoming bills.

In other words, it feels like normality, albeit an always* sunny, surrounded by America normality.

And I have to say it’s pretty darn nice, at least in a superficial way. Life is treating us well. We have a bountiful choice of fresh produce and product whenever we go to one of the many local supermarkets. We can see all the movies we want when they open here. We have many choices in restaurants, which of course usually serve massive portions for reasonable prices. Oh and everything is open late. In fact shopping after work is a norm, not something you do on a Thursday.

What’s the one thing we’re missing? Oh yeah. You lot.

At first, our minds were both so occupied with what we have to do now every day that not being amongst people we know and love didn’t really phase us. Every day we were both busy with settling into a new home, dealing with new challenges and trying not to get killed merging on the 101 expressway. Now, that we’ve been here a while, it’s starting to nag.

It’s not so much that there aren’t nice people here, or that I feel we can’t make new friends – I think we have already, to be honest, and that feels great. It’s just that every now and then, someone pops into your mind and you think “Oh, I haven’t seen them in ages, we should…” and then reality intrudes, and you remember that no, they’re not just a mile or two away and all you need to do is pick up the phone. They’re thousands of miles away, and even if you did pick up the phone, the likelihood is you’d wake them up. This is how being homesick starts.

That only really follows if you assume home is where the heart is, which I guess is true right now. I lost my heart in Brighton as opposed to 30 minutes up the road (Sorry Tony Bennett). This doesn’t mean that we’re ready to move back, literally or figuratively; we made our choice and we move forward. Doesn’t mean I don’t think of you though, and past moments, and great memories.

Did I mention we have a guest room?

* Except for this morning! Where it appears to be raining for the first time since I got here. I knew that those big grey fluffy things in the sky meant something.

Yesterday being awake early apparently spurred me to play Boy Philosopher, for some reason. As you can tell, a life-changing event like emigration can turn the most reasonable of men (yes, me) into some sort of navel-gazing fluffhunter. However, today, let me give you the right answer for the rorschach test; you know, the one you spout at parties.

We’re both fine, and settling in, just about.

Ahem…

Well yes I could go into a lot more detail than that, but there’s a limit to what I’ll say on an open page. I will say that we’ve almost done everything we knew we were going to need to do before we left, and now we’re down to discovering things that are all-new. By that I mean we’ve moved into our apartment, we’ve bought a new TV (woo!), we’ve set up a bank account (and one with a credit union), we’ve gotten registered with all the right people, and I’ve even been paid a few times (as it’s happening ‘semi-monthly’, ie twice a month). We have a couch, a cat, a dining table, a couple of chairs, and a whole new series of incoming bills.

In other words, it feels like normality, albeit an always* sunny, surrounded by America normality.

And I have to say it’s pretty darn nice, at least in a superficial way. Life is treating us well. We have a bountiful choice of fresh produce and product whenever we go to one of the many local supermarkets. We can see all the movies we want when they open here. We have many choices in restaurants, which of course usually serve massive portions for reasonable prices. Oh and everything is open late. In fact shopping after work is a norm, not something you do on a Thursday.

What’s the one thing we’re missing? Oh yeah. You lot.

At first, our minds were both so occupied with what we have to do now every day that not being amongst people we know and love didn’t really phase us. Every day we were both busy with settling into a new home, dealing with new challenges and trying not to get killed merging on the 101 expressway. Now, that we’ve been here a while, it’s starting to nag.

It’s not so much that there aren’t nice people here, or that I feel we can’t make new friends – I think we have already, to be honest, and that feels great. It’s just that every now and then, someone pops into your mind and you think “Oh, I haven’t seen them in ages, we should…” and then reality intrudes, and you remember that no, they’re not just a mile or two away and all you need to do is pick up the phone. They’re thousands of miles away, and even if you did pick up the phone, the likelihood is you’d wake them up. This is how being homesick starts.

That only really follows if you assume home is where the heart is, which I guess is true right now. I lost my heart in Brighton as opposed to 30 minutes up the road (Sorry Tony Bennett). This doesn’t mean that we’re ready to move back, literally or figuratively; we made our choice and we move forward. Doesn’t mean I don’t think of you though, and past moments, and great memories.

Did I mention we have a guest room?

* Except for this morning! Where it appears to be raining for the first time since I got here. I knew that those big grey fluffy things in the sky meant something.

I figured I owe you this, whoever ‘you’ might be, even if you’re just a section of my subconscious or a figment of my imagination. And I’ve been trying to concoct what I want to say in my head for a while, but, honestly… it’s been hard to decide.

There’s a lot to say, and simultaneously, not very much at all.

In case you’re wondering, I can say with some certainty that moving countries (even to a country where they generally speak English) is a bit of a bitch. Mostly just because of the ties that bind. The emotional ones, the physical ones, and not-so-physical, but still very real bureaucratic and political ties that prevent us from wandering this Earth like free people, man, free to do what we wanna do, even if that’s just sitting around playing our guitars and singing – kum-ba-ya, my Lord… ahem.

That, if I so choose, would be the ‘lot to say’. I could tell you of the swift break I experienced with friends and family, the lack of real feeling because I didn’t know how to feel, which gradually day by day is turning into a void in my heart which… I guess I’ll just have to tread carefully around. But I won’t.

I could bore you with tales of almost monk-like acts of charity as we gave away all our stuff – and then reversed that karma by buying almost everything again, here. I could try to convince you that the process of spending money can actually get quite boring, even depressing – that I actually heard the words “I don’t think I could spend my life shopping” from my wife, that I found myself resenting the fact I had to spend another evening researching electronics or cars or both. But I won’t.

And I guess I could summarise the tricky, but not insurmountable obstacles that we faced in getting here, but honestly, they were just tricky… not insurmountable. If you ever have to face the same, feel free to ask me about it, but I won’t enrich the world by recounting here.

Which brings me to saying not very much at all.

I’ve been going back to basics, like prehistoric man. My primary concerns have been with the most basic of things: shelter, food, safety, money, transport. Now all of those things are accomplished, I ask myself, what’s next? Discover fire? Invent the wheel? Even those have been done, so really when it comes down to it – what is there for me to say that hasn’t been said a million times before?

Everyone’s story is unique of course, a beautiful delicate snowflake etc, but I’ll tell you; there’s nothing like detaching yourself from family, friends and familiar surroundings to make you sit back, look at your own life, and go: woah. Is this it?

Too philosophical? Well I haven’t had breakfast yet.

I figured I owe you this, whoever ‘you’ might be, even if you’re just a section of my subconscious or a figment of my imagination. And I’ve been trying to concoct what I want to say in my head for a while, but, honestly… it’s been hard to decide.

There’s a lot to say, and simultaneously, not very much at all.

In case you’re wondering, I can say with some certainty that moving countries (even to a country where they generally speak English) is a bit of a bitch. Mostly just because of the ties that bind. The emotional ones, the physical ones, and not-so-physical, but still very real bureaucratic and political ties that prevent us from wandering this Earth like free people, man, free to do what we wanna do, even if that’s just sitting around playing our guitars and singing – kum-ba-ya, my Lord… ahem.

That, if I so choose, would be the ‘lot to say’. I could tell you of the swift break I experienced with friends and family, the lack of real feeling because I didn’t know how to feel, which gradually day by day is turning into a void in my heart which… I guess I’ll just have to tread carefully around. But I won’t.

I could bore you with tales of almost monk-like acts of charity as we gave away all our stuff – and then reversed that karma by buying almost everything again, here. I could try to convince you that the process of spending money can actually get quite boring, even depressing – that I actually heard the words “I don’t think I could spend my life shopping” from my wife, that I found myself resenting the fact I had to spend another evening researching electronics or cars or both. But I won’t.

And I guess I could summarise the tricky, but not insurmountable obstacles that we faced in getting here, but honestly, they were just tricky… not insurmountable. If you ever have to face the same, feel free to ask me about it, but I won’t enrich the world by recounting here.

Which brings me to saying not very much at all.

I’ve been going back to basics, like prehistoric man. My primary concerns have been with the most basic of things: shelter, food, safety, money, transport. Now all of those things are accomplished, I ask myself, what’s next? Discover fire? Invent the wheel? Even those have been done, so really when it comes down to it – what is there for me to say that hasn’t been said a million times before?

Everyone’s story is unique of course, a beautiful delicate snowflake etc, but I’ll tell you; there’s nothing like detaching yourself from family, friends and familiar surroundings to make you sit back, look at your own life, and go: woah. Is this it?

Too philosophical? Well I haven’t had breakfast yet.

I’ve been pretty quiet over the last eight months, particularly when compared to most of last year. I had two good reasons.

One, I secured a job with Trion World Network, which was still in ‘stealth mode’ when I got the job, meaning I couldn’t talk about… well anything, really. Not the company, not the job, not the game(s)… so I just kept my big mouth shut.

Two, I was going through the time-consuming, tedious and nerve-wracking process of getting my US immigration visa. This would have been a tough enough process at any time, but considering it was connected directly to me taking up the job, I felt in some way I should just keep quiet. Didn’t want to jinx things. I only broke silence when the internal mental pressure began to get so much that even endless games of Civilization IV weren’t enough to keep The Voices in check, and I had to vent somewhere.

Well, now I’ve officially got The Job, and I sure as hell have The Visa. So I can talk. A bit.Trion’s an exciting company to be part of. With three games in active production (Heroes of Telara; the MMORTS project with Petroglyph, and the MMOARPG being made in collaboration with Sci-Fi/SyFy) there’s a hell of a lot to do, and lots of exciting possibilities down the road. I’ll admit it; before I found the job opportunity last year, I didn’t know much about Trion. I’d read the odd press release, but it was only when I started to really do my research, by reading every single scrap of info and interview I could find, that I got excited about what I might be getting into.

When I flew out to Redwood City and met the various team members there, I got more excited. These guys had a vision; a definite idea of what they wanted to do in the MMO ‘space’ and how they wanted to move the genre forward. The idea here wasn’t just to make a carbon copy game, or move things forward by inches. This is potentially revolutionary stuff.

Without trying to lapse into pure hyperbole, what I saw and what I heard during my two days of interviews was enough to make me very interested in being part of the company, and very anxious to get started. As you can imagine, kicking my heels for much of the following eight months while my visa processed was pure bloody torture.

Then suddenly everything came together. In late May my visa finally got approved, and days later I was on a plane to Los Angeles, to officially start the job as part of the E3 team. Due to a last minute delay in my visa processing which added another month to the wait, I hadn’t been as involved in the E3 planning as we’d initially hoped. As a result I expected to feel like the ‘odd man out’ at E3, the guy who didn’t know what was going on. (“Don’t worry,” I told my boss, “I am able to fetch and carry coffee.”)

What surprised and delighted me was how quickly I was welcomed by everyone. I felt like an important team member from the moment I arrived, and by the end of the show I felt proud to have been part of such a tight-knit, hard-working team. Without getting too sappy, I couldn’t have had a better welcome to my first ‘official’ work in the US, and for a new company, to boot.

(I’m not sure whether to stand up and salute right now, blow my nose on a tissue, or beg off because I have something in my eye.)

So what’s next?

Well, I leave the UK ‘officially’ on July 9th, with Tom (the cat) and Amanda (the wife) following closely after. We’ve found a nice little apartment in Redwood City, not too far from Trion’s office (by California standards, anyway…). We’ll settle in and start adjusting to our new life. It’s already been a whirlwind of paperwork and decisions; it’s probably not going to die down any time soon. Someday soon though, I look forward to relaxing on my big American sofa, watching my big American TV, with my big (well, medium-sized) American car outside.

And while I am there, my brain shall hatch big American community plans. Believe me: you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

I’ve been pretty quiet over the last eight months, particularly when compared to most of last year. I had two good reasons.

One, I secured a job with Trion World Network, which was still in ‘stealth mode’ when I got the job, meaning I couldn’t talk about… well anything, really. Not the company, not the job, not the game(s)… so I just kept my big mouth shut.

Two, I was going through the time-consuming, tedious and nerve-wracking process of getting my US immigration visa. This would have been a tough enough process at any time, but considering it was connected directly to me taking up the job, I felt in some way I should just keep quiet. Didn’t want to jinx things. I only broke silence when the internal mental pressure began to get so much that even endless games of Civilization IV weren’t enough to keep The Voices in check, and I had to vent somewhere.

Well, now I’ve officially got The Job, and I sure as hell have The Visa. So I can talk. A bit.Trion’s an exciting company to be part of. With three games in active production (Heroes of Telara; the MMORTS project with Petroglyph, and the MMOARPG being made in collaboration with Sci-Fi/SyFy) there’s a hell of a lot to do, and lots of exciting possibilities down the road. I’ll admit it; before I found the job opportunity last year, I didn’t know much about Trion. I’d read the odd press release, but it was only when I started to really do my research, by reading every single scrap of info and interview I could find, that I got excited about what I might be getting into.

When I flew out to Redwood City and met the various team members there, I got more excited. These guys had a vision; a definite idea of what they wanted to do in the MMO ‘space’ and how they wanted to move the genre forward. The idea here wasn’t just to make a carbon copy game, or move things forward by inches. This is potentially revolutionary stuff.

Without trying to lapse into pure hyperbole, what I saw and what I heard during my two days of interviews was enough to make me very interested in being part of the company, and very anxious to get started. As you can imagine, kicking my heels for much of the following eight months while my visa processed was pure bloody torture.

Then suddenly everything came together. In late May my visa finally got approved, and days later I was on a plane to Los Angeles, to officially start the job as part of the E3 team. Due to a last minute delay in my visa processing which added another month to the wait, I hadn’t been as involved in the E3 planning as we’d initially hoped. As a result I expected to feel like the ‘odd man out’ at E3, the guy who didn’t know what was going on. (“Don’t worry,” I told my boss, “I am able to fetch and carry coffee.”)

What surprised and delighted me was how quickly I was welcomed by everyone. I felt like an important team member from the moment I arrived, and by the end of the show I felt proud to have been part of such a tight-knit, hard-working team. Without getting too sappy, I couldn’t have had a better welcome to my first ‘official’ work in the US, and for a new company, to boot.

(I’m not sure whether to stand up and salute right now, blow my nose on a tissue, or beg off because I have something in my eye.)

So what’s next?

Well, I leave the UK ‘officially’ on July 9th, with Tom (the cat) and Amanda (the wife) following closely after. We’ve found a nice little apartment in Redwood City, not too far from Trion’s office (by California standards, anyway…). We’ll settle in and start adjusting to our new life. It’s already been a whirlwind of paperwork and decisions; it’s probably not going to die down any time soon. Someday soon though, I look forward to relaxing on my big American sofa, watching my big American TV, with my big (well, medium-sized) American car outside.

And while I am there, my brain shall hatch big American community plans. Believe me: you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

Three months and one day ago, some woman I’d known for about six minutes got me to strip off.

“Erm, underwear as well?”

“No. You can keep those on.”

“But I was told there would be a genital inspection!” I almost shouted.

This is just one of the setbacks I’ve endured while attempting to secure a US immigration visa.

Previously, on Stephen Reid:

July 2008: “So there’s this job in San Francisco; the requirements are basically… my CV. Almost to the letter.” “You want to apply for it?” “Well, it can’t hurt. And it’s San Francisco. Although I am happy where I am…” “You should apply!”

August 2008: “They like me! So why haven’t they emailed back? Eh, I’m busy anyway.”

September 2008: “I just got laid off. Call me back?”

Early October 2008: “You know what? I’m going to let ‘em sweat for a bit. But not too long.”

Mid-October 2008: “We should start the immigration thing. Just as a precaution. I mean that lawyer said it should be easy, so….”

Late October: “They want me to fly out for the interview on Halloween. No, I’m not superstitious….”

November 2008: “Hey, I know you’re freaking out over Barack and everything, but should I take the offer?” “Well I kind of guessed you were going to say yes.” “Well, if McCain had gotten in…”

Late November 2008: “So tomorrow’s our fifth wedding anniversary, and apparently the US Immigration Service think we’ve been pretending to be married for five years.” “You understand if you sign this, you could get called to trial to swear I’m really married. You’re okay with that, right?”

December 2008: “Living in a long term hotel sucks.”

January 2009: “So now… we can actually apply for the visa? What was what we did before? The warm-up?”

February 2009: “But I was told there would be a genital inspection!”

March 2009: “Okay, so we have five years of your tax returns, three years of my tax statements, a police certificate, a birth certificate, a marriage certificate, an offer letter, and a list of everywhere I’ve lived for more than six months since I was sixteen years old. Now we can apply.”

Early April 2009: “Good news; we have a date for your visa interview. It should be easy.”

Mid-April 2009: “So I’ll fly out on May 11th… and Amanda will come a week later.”

Late April 2009: “I can’t even take my phone into the building?” … “There are no clocks in here.” … “So we just paid them $400… and they can still turn me down.” … “I’m sorry, can you say that again?” … “We’re going to have to get a joint… sponsor?” “I guess you’re not going to the US for a while, then.”

May 2009: “So you’re my sponsor now. If you like I’ll send you a picture of my favourite food, and you can tell me what life is like in the US of A.”

On tonight’s episode:

Will the US embassy okay Stephen’s visa?

If they don’t, will lawyers actually appear in person to argue the case? Or will there just be more phone calls?

If the visa is approved, will it turn up in time for Stephen to make it to E3?

Even if Stephen doesn’t make it to E3, will he and Amanda manage to find an apartment in two weeks?

And, perhaps most important of all… can Stephen divest himself of the two-year contract phone he foolishly signed up for last September, not knowing that he was going to leave the damn country less than a year later?

Stay tuned to find out!!

Heck of a day, at least inside my skull. Small, not that significant concerns suddenly exploded into massive, panic-inducing nightmares as they’re connected to my immediate emigrating future. Resolved, now – but still, it’s the kind of thing that leads podcast co-hosts to mutter “I am never, ever leaving this country.”

Yeah, why am I doing that, anyway?

I’ve wanted to live in the US of A for quite a long time. Maybe longer than I realise. The desire initially sprang from a lifetime of American comics, movies, TV shows and the like; I think Stan Lee has something to answer for, as he made New York City seem like a swinging place for all mighty Marvelites. Even if the reality didn’t have occasional appearances by the mighty Thor or the invincible Iron Man, it did seem like I’d stepped onto a movie set when I finally visited in 1995.

Everywhere I’ve been in the US – and I’ve been in quite a few places, just ask the wife – has been a memorable experience, and more than once when I’ve left, I’ve yearned to get back. Sure, there are bad points, but the good points are so overwhelmingly good – at least, in my experience – that you’d be crazy not to want to live there. Over the years as my career progressed, the idea of working out there appealed more and more, but I never got the chance. Now, through fate and love and marriage, it’s all coming together.

So why am I intermittently petrified?

One reason’s obvious: while ‘moving home’ is up high on the list of Insanely Stressful Things You Can Do, adding the bonus layer of ‘in a different country’ makes it all the more special. There’s just so much more to think about, from the mundane (What furniture do we ship?) to the essential (How do I get a driving licence over there, anyway?). It’s the fact that everything may look the same, but in fact it’s just a little different, that makes the experience so weird. And at times, stressful as hell.

I’ve told myself a few times that quite frankly, it’s not as bloody bad as all that. We’re not moving to an obscure African country or the Moon. We’ll have running water and electricity, and (almost) everyone speaks (a variant of) English. It’s just very unfamiliar. No matter how many times I’ve visited, it’s not the same as living there.

Then there’s what I’m leaving behind.

To be blunt, being laid off by NCsoft has made the process of severing links with the UK a little easier to bear. A little, but not a lot. For a while there, honestly, I was living a dream – which should have been a clue that at some point, I was going to wake up. It was lovely while it lasted though, and while moving to the US (and to California to boot) will be fantastic in new and exciting ways, there’s part of me that wishes the ‘Golden Year’ of summer 2007 to summer 2008 could just be replayed forever.

I also feel that I’ve grown closer to a lot of people in the last four years than I did in the previous four. Without elaborating, the early part of this decade wasn’t the greatest time for me, personally; it had its moments, but I look at the latter half as more of a success than the former. So yeah, it does sort of suck that I’m moving thousands of miles away from people I’ve had the pleasure to get to know, and now won’t be able to just hang out with on occasion.

You are, of course, all very welcome in my beach-side Californian palace. Assuming it’s beach-side. Or a palace.

It’s all relative. There will be new friends, and new challenges, and new excitements and new horizons. All the old stuff will get neatly packaged up into memories, with the bad stuff blurred out… and the really bad erased completely.

Occasionally though – at random, unheralded moments – my mind just stops and explores the instant, and I realise I’m going to miss some of this, some of the here and now.

It might be boxed away and forgotten about, but I know I’m going to hang on to those boxes.

Sorry. It just sort of comes in waves.

Of surprise.

They’re not all connected, so sorry, the clues don’t add up to one big giant reveal! Here are the details though, by the clue:

“Stand by for action!”

My life’s about to get a lot more crazy.

You probably don’t realise, but 2009 has been pretty sedate for me – which isn’t really my preferred mode of operation. I like to be busy, I like to be challenged, and while I have had stuff to do, I haven’t been rushed off my feet. Why? Well….

In November last year I visited the USA to interview for a job in an MMOG company based in California; those of you with good memories might remember that I told you I got the job. There was only one small detail; I had to get a visa, so that I could emigrate and legally accept the position. (Right now, I’m still a remote contractor and not employed full-time.)

With my wife being American, in theory, this was supposed to be an easy process. In reality, it took the best part of six months… and it’s not over yet. However, three weeks from today, I’ll be having my final visa interview, and not long after, I should be granted the visa itself. (Fingers very much crossed, although by this stage, we should be golden.)

Not long after that, I’ll be jetting Stateside to join colleagues and prepare for E3.

After that, in early June, I’ll be returning to the UK to wrap things up so we can ‘properly’ move, hopefully in time for a good ol’ July 4th barbecue.

So yeah: compared to my current routine of “sit around working remotely, occasionally going to the coffee shop and updating Twitter”, things are about to get a lot more mad. Which frankly, is awesome.

Hence: stand by for action.

 “We’re putting the band back together.”

Sadly, no – this wasn’t a reference to reforming Creative Concepts… but I guess it’s sort of close.

Instead, I’m really happy to say that Mat and myself – both now ex-NCsofters – will be attending Bristol Comic Expo as ‘official’ Draw the World Together helpers on May 9th and 10th. We might not quite be on a mission from God, but you know how dedicated we can be!

Bear in mind, it’ll be a far cry from previous years (not least because the Expo is going to be a lot smaller) but we’re both totally stoked about helping out, seeing the DTWT crew again, and perhaps some of you as well.

More details to come on this, but I have to apologise up-front; this literally came together in the last two days (once I could pin down a date on when I was going to the US) and tickets have now sold out for the Expo itself.

However, we will be organising a grand old piss-up on the evening of the 9th, so if you can get to Bristol – do it. There will be an almighty “I’m leaving the UK!” party in June, but hey, what’s wrong with a bonus party?

“I just don’t want to get there and find out it stinks.”

Even more obscure, this; basically just a reference to my feelings regarding the move.

Make no mistake, from our perspective, this move is “it”. It’s not a casual jaunt across the pond or a six-month sabbatical. As far as we’re concerned, we’re leaving for good; the only things likely to tempt us back would be an unbelievable job offer or quite possibly – ahem – the provision of free NHS care when we retire.

Up until now, I haven’t spoken much about this part of things because frankly, it didn’t really feel ‘real’ to me. Well, it’s about to get a lot more real, baby. Both of us have already started to deal with this emotionally, but I think it’s just starting to sink in.

Because as Sundance points out, it’s a long way to go… but hopefully, we won’t get there and find out it stinks. (He’s referring to Australia with that line, so maybe we’ll be alright.)

“Win.”

Overall though, as they say: mustn’t grumble.

Shaking off the traditional English malaise for a moment, this is really the opportunity of a lifetime, and we’re both going to try and make the very most of it. It’s going to be hard work – not unlike, y’know, training for a prize fight – but there’s a great prize at the end of it.

Or alternatively, you can just look at this whole situation as being chock full of WIN.

In summary then: life’s about to get a lot more crazy, we’re getting back together for ‘one last hurrah’ at Bristol Comic Expo, I’m nervous and anxious about emigrating but overall… things are looking up.

Oh one more thing: I can’t say who I’ll be working for yet. All will be revealed by mid-May.