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IMPORTANT NOTE: all Coastalblog entries from here on in will be named after Ride songs.

EQUALLY IMPORTANT NOTE: This is a lie

Well, well, well, what's got into me all of a sudden? I feel stable and relaxed. I'm loving my job (which isn't to say I'm not looking for new ones, but it's astonishing what a big wedge of money will do for your outlook on things), this evening I quite possibly sewed up waiter Of The Year 2004 with a flawless performance which secured a a regular reservation by some curmudgeonly, but exceedingly rich and big spending, with lots of rich and big spending mates, blokes. Some sort of social society, I gather. I don't really care. It was like a test of how good I really am, which was passed with flying colours, off they all trooped into the night singing our praises, hefty tip and repeat booking safely bagged. Therefore I am currently Golden Boy, at least until tomorrow, which is, of course, nice (I am, of course, aware, that it's easy to be good at my job when the kitchen are on song. Many pints for the boys).

when it's all firing, and everyone's working hard and it all just clicks then I love my job more than anything bar friends and family, the sense of satisfaction is hard to quantify. As I may have mentioned before I am so proud of some of my staff it just isn't funny. we seem to have a hiring policy of hiring misfits. But our collection of stoners, thugs, hysterics and quiet, shy kids who think too much about things are, now, damn fine floor and bar staff. Watching them work tonight, I nearly cried, I was so proud.

In addition a week off in Feb to visit the folks, including my newly engaged mother (YOU GO GIRL!) and my as yet unseen nephew (which, considering he';s nearly two, gives you some idea of how often I get to see my family) in the delightful company of Mrs Coastaltown, whiom, I am pleased to report, I miss dreadfully.

if that wasn't enough I am writing like a motherfucker, edits mostly, but some new stuff (including one about This Guy, as well as new stuff for the well meaning people at the People's Poet. apparently I'm already in a book that's out, I must get round to claiming my copy....

In short, as currently stands, it's all good, and if you know me at all well, and have any idea of my state of mind over the last month or so, then I would like you to take whatever drink is closest to hand, raise it and say "Thank fuck for that, he was starting to get on my nerves"

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