Panstville II: The Rewenge

Bear with me, even before I begin I can tell that this is going to be a self indulgent and rambling post as I'm tired and really need to get out more!

I've said it before and I'll say it again, the denizens of Pantsville are revolting... honestly one bit of sun and the overweight are out wearing unfortunately skin tight clothing (or in some cases just no clothing) and pushing veritable armadas of little Shazney-Jane's and Dwayne's around the shopping area as they puff away at the obligatory Lambert and Butler, hanging limply from the corner of their collective mouths.

The fact that I'm still talking about the inhabitants of this rather unfortunate and still anonymous town is that frustratingly the summer challenge is on hold... On a slightly different note, three of you have now guessed at the location of this dingy hole of mediocrity and although not a thousand miles out, I am as yet unable to hand out T-shirts or monogrammed paper bags...

As all great generals know, no plan survives contact with the enemy (Helmuth von Moltke) - though I'm fighting a different kind of enemy, namely the Forces of Bureaucracy (aka FoB - the dastardly swine), who have a habit of taking no prisoners.
The FoB are waging, what I like to term 'a pain in the arse campaign' (they're that underhanded, I wouldn't be surprised if they were also responsible for my lack of reception when using 3mobile dongles and third world debt*), which means I am currently surrounded by teetering piles of distasteful paperwork needing my attention and stuck here till the beginning of August.

*I'm not really sure if I can hold them accountable for third world debt.

Sadly this means that the amount of photographic work I'm doing has also slowed to a snails pace for now. My two main projects (and a third at research stage) are also on hold as a result (two are London based and one is local but waiting for the subject to find an appropriate couple of days), so I have a couple of weeks to spend in the purgatory that is Pantsville before I can even think of setting sail for London for what probably be a large amount of flying visits in August.

But what of plans A, B and C? I hear my only reader shout from the back of the internet? Well... Plan A (university) is in full swing, I am soon to become a member of the great student unwashed, digs are being prepared and there's a pile of books outside my bedroom door that rivals the Leaning Tower of Piza. Come September I will be packing my bags and moving to another anonymous town (name for use on the blog yet to be decided) in a shire far far away. Although it's not London and not the university I had originally banked on, the course seems great and there are plenty of big hills to thrash myself over and keep me occupied.

Plan B to take over the world head on is something I intend to continue with during during university, I definitely don't intend to be idle when it comes to carrying on, even if it means I spend a lot of time visiting London via National Express coaches (very cheap and sofas ahoy!).

And finally we come to Plan C, a few people out there know of Plan C and what it entails. This option is still alive and slowly ticking over, running in conjunction with Plan A, and indeed will compliment my poor student lifestyle (after checking I was informed that working during term breaks would definitely be possible).

Reading back through this post with it's oddball references, vague mentions of bits and bobs that only a few know and meandering style I think I may have lost the plot slightly... Regardless, things are moving forward and I know with all my conviction that I'm moving in the right direction (again).