or perhaps a remote controlled helicopter crashes into your head and explodes and you burn to death in downtown Easterhouse.
Unlikely I should think. However you dying this winter is a stick on. All those underlying health issues + extreme cold = wan ****ed Nigel
The funny thing for me is how amazingly un-bitter I feel about my current situation (compared to how upset I was last time I lost a job). Someone changed a law, three years of my work will be wasted - but **** it, **** happens, move on. I've applied for a top-level job on the Isle of Man, one in Malta and one in Dublin so far (with a preference to stay on the IOM, for the moment) - if I don't get any of those then I have a decent business idea to set up (and I've even managed to find someone who will back me as a silent partner), but I'll see where the wind takes me.
Just had a phone call from the Dublin job - they want to meet for a conversation. I don't want to go to Dublin, have you seen the ****ing taxes!?