A sigh of relief spread's across my body and tears well into my eyes. I knew that I was going to be in for a struggle when I got back here with finding work, but I did not think I would land myself something that I actually wanted.

It's like when I walk into a shoe store, I know I cannot have any shoe in the place because of my large grip on the Earth, so I just say to the salesperson 'Show me what you got in the size 14'. Unfortunately for UK well all the shoe sizes go up to 12 and I'm left ordering them in from the internet or something.

Anyhow, I landed work for the next nine months in St Pauls with a large Japanese investment bank. So other then having to wear a suit and tie each day (yes I don't mind looking like I a million dollars) it isn't too bad.

I'm now trying to find myself a room to live in, affordable and spacious. Really don't know if those two words are viable in London yet, but we'll see.

Anyhow weather here is great and I'm hoping to be sorted and settled in for the rest of the Summer by early July.

Just watched a documentary on Matt Munro... I think maybe my mum would be the only person to know who he is.... so I've been singing like Sinatra all evening.