It's on!

The redundancy has been confirmed and the next chapter of my life starts here.

No more grind. No more nine-to-five. No more 'health & safety'. No more X Factor. No more grey. Above all, no more Jordan.

Will i find what i'm looking for? Do i even know what that is? I guess time and innumerable flights, hostels, countries, cities, cuisines and people will tell me that. One thing i know for sure is that i need to get out of the UK and that i'll be grasping this opportunity with both hands and wringing everything i possibly can out of it.

Rachel is coming, too. I couldn't be happier to have her with me. We'll fall out along the way and probably in an extremely violent fashion. But i'd rather she decapitated me in the Australian outback than in a car-park in Morley.

It's pay-day tomorrow, so once the coppers are in the coffers we can begin to plan in earnest. Flights to Malaysia need to be booked, backpacks packed, innoculations injected and dates set.

Every day it seems more real...