I've been too busy to blog lately, watching the World Cup everyday, helping G move house and partying with the Westside crew. Went to the Opera House yesterday for a studio session of experimental ensemble music headed up by Prop, who don't seem to recognise me anymore now that they're making it. Funny that. Then had a few pints at the Lord Nelson and went home to listen to The Streets.

Been searching for a new job and thinking more about further study in film as well. Got my application for the VCA. Apparently only 1 in 14 applicants get in, so I have to plan my moves carefully. The move to Melbourne is a bit daunting, being neither here nor there, as far as big moves go. I think I'd rather shoot off to the UK for a year or two. But the hardest thing is convincing myself that I've still got what it takes to be a successful filmmaker, whatever that is. Listening to The Streets helps. If a 22 year old bedroom banger from Birmingham can turn out a record like that, anything's possible. Just need to salvage some confidence from my high-rolling uni days and overwrite the more recent wage-slave cynicism and self-doubt. Just tryin' to stay positive...