Blogs wot I should have wrote

Blimey. What a couple of months. Less said about them the better. So rather than dwell on the utter misery of being overworked, homeless, and frankly a little directionless job-wise, here's quick round up of the good moments that kept me from a nervous breakdown...

I've got good at going to the cinema (warm, dark, not dusty, easy distraction by way of a big screen etc). Clearly I've been in the market for soppy films, loving both Juno (booed my eyes out, but it's ok cos no one was looking) and Be Kind Rewind. On the latter, I think I may be in love with Mos Def, and of course Michel Gondry, whose brilliance gave us this film AND Eternal Sunshine. Beautiful.

Cultural activities have suffered somewhat, although I've got good at finding cheap places to eat out. Top of that list is my lovely local Bonnington Cafe. Each night a different member of the community cooks (a mere tenner for 3 huge courses); it's BYO and no corkage; they have a pianist that could give Ciao Bella's a run for their money; last time I went, they were packed but still gave us a seat in the upstairs kitchen, bless them. We ate our food watching the tango class leaving the community hall nearby. Honestly, it's enough to make you want to wear sandals and buy a goat.

I also had the pleasure of experiencing Time Out's favourite cheap-end Chinese restaurant, Dragon's Castle, with S&A&R. It tasted good (so did the huge amounts of beer we got through) and gave us the courage we needed to then head to the hardcore Spanish drinking den - can't remember the name so no link - actually in the pink monstrosity otherwise known as the shopping centre. Here, you can get 5 litre bottles of beer (see a theme to our evening?) which we resisted in favour of gawping at the semi-pornographic content of a random music channel being screened.

Pubs have also featured - two in particular that I like despite slightly snippy reviews from others, including the Duke of Cambridge, a beautiful organic pub in Islington (biggest downside) that sells great English wine and has fit bar men. I spent election night 2005 warming up there before the BBC party (dahling) but haven't been since... will be back there for food, and soon. The other pub is a little closer to home, the Mason's Arms in Battersea, where I tried to go before for an ultimately disastrous 27th birthday. My usual jinx applied and the oven was broken. In the event, all my friends fell out anyway, the man of the time couldn't come because he had an infected tongue (no joke) and all round I vowed never again to have a cosy dinner for my birthday...

The next few months are going to be much more fun. I know it. Just v glad to be out the other side of these last few...