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When you want something done quickly and you're facing bureaucratic pen-pushing morons, write about people, be ruthlessly indiscreet, and drop the journo card. Thanks to this blog, a notice to repossess and a bunch of journo friends calling Camden, it looks like evil tenant may be on the move. It'll have cost me a lot of money I don't have, but I'm just grateful he'll be gone. What do normal people do when they can't get a tabloid to ask difficult questions in times of need? It must suck having to go through the normal, crappy, ineffective channels.

I was sitting in front of the fire eating smores and watching 'A Few Good Men' when my friend Paul called me from New York, where he's been hanging out with Arianna Huffington all day. She's just taken over the site he writes a column for, techcrunch, and now they seem bestest buddies. So Paul called. Did I want to come to < **insert mystery location** > with him? Well, I would, but I'm completely broke after the last week of solicitors and mortgage and... Oh, no problem. He'll sort me out. Come.

So I'm going to <**mystery location**> with ten bucks in my bank account.

I just finished two articles, a play and my pilot script (hence no juice for blog - sorry guys, you get my sloppy writing these days), so all I have to do - is get on a plane.

If anyone out there is thinking about getting sober, or has got sober and thinks life isn't getting great quick enough - hold on, hold on, hold on. It gets really fucking good. It can take a while. Stuff can even get worse at first. It took nearly two years for my life to go up after a nasty bottom and there are still hugely rocky patches. But I swear magic things have happened this last seven months, and it's all because of quitting the bad stuff. And even when an asshole decided to live in my home in London for free, I didn't have to get shitfaced over it. I think that's pretty cool.

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