As the title states.

With most of the boxes in my new flat unpacked, I had the tedious task of phoning utility companies to arrange gas/electricity/phone accounts. Needless to say, most of my morning was spent on hold or being transferred from one department in Scotland to another in India (and vice versa).

The majority of the calls I had to make have now been made. I even managed to sort myself out with a temporary solution to the internet outage I am currently facing (until I get activated with broadband). I signed up to an unmetered dial up service!

It’s just like living in the year 2000. No lightning fast download speed or torrents, but no worries of racking up a huge phone bill either – perfectly adequate for checking e-mails, surfing the web, MSN and blogging.

For anyone who has forgotten what an analogue modem sounds like, here’s a reminder. Pretty cool huh? It takes me back to my college days when I would stay up to the early hours of the morning, downloading individual MP3s from Napster (when it was free and illegal). My sister would lift up the telephone to call her friends, thus disconnecting me, and the whole dial up process would have to start again. I almost miss it.

Expect photos of the new flat TOMORROW!

This weekend has been busy. Very busy. Apart from a quick nights sleep, I haven’t stopped since yesterday morning.

A lot of my boxes have been unpacked and homes found for my possessions, but still there are piles of crap everywhere – it’s rather unsettling.

I filled my flat with even more shite today, having made a trip to Ikea to make “essential” purchases – pots, pans, cutlery, bedding, etc. I was shocked to find that a trolley full of home necessities costs in excess of £200! Part of moving into a new home I suppose.

I am currently blogging from my dad’s house as I have no internet at my new flat. Add to that no Sky TV – I would be pretty bored if I had time to be!

I haven’t really got anything else to say about the weekend, and I couldn’t find my digital camera to take photos of the chaotic state I am current dwelling in. Will try and take some pics and make a more meaningful blog tomorrow. Until then, I bid you farewell.

I’m off to bed now. My last night in this shared house. From tomorrow I’ll have my own flat – privacy, quiet, bliss. Should I choose, I’ll be able to walk from kitchen to bedroom to front room in the nude and even take a shit with the bathroom door wide open. It’s going to be excellent.

I have packed/boxed/dissembled nearly all my possessions ahead of my flat move on Saturday. I can’t believe how many fucking boxes I have packed with DVDs, books, clothes and general shite.

Even my furniture is gone. It has either flat packed for reassemble or taken away by the council to be dumped into a landfill site somewhere in South America. I am sleeping on a mattress on the floor, all very student/tramp like.

Still, this time in two days I’ll be in a new crib – surrounded by my HiFi and widescreen TV, living in up like a wealthy rapper or footballer. I’ll be able to use both the kitchen and toilet without smelling and viewing the remains of the previous user. Best of all, I can take a shit with the bathroom door open – get in!

My boxes are even spilling out into the front room

The media centre may have been taken to bits, but the TV is still connected – priorities you see

My pet fish. My soiled shit rags are in the bin bags awaiting a wash