Andy Moore

I’m loving the thought of this place, it’s in Harleem, a short train ride from Hamsterjam.

It costs the same as what I’m paying to live in Loughborough.

Then there’s also this place, central Amsterdam, a thousand Euros a month but the location and style of the place might make it a viable option too.

As a follow on from my last post, there’s a new addition to my list of things that are getting dumped from my life:

The United Kingdom

It’s a damn tempting temptation, plus something I’d aspired towards and set myself as a goal.

Killer question time…. If I sack the UK and move abroad can I tell the tax man that my money is all mine, not his?

Time for change:

I’ve deactiviated my FaceBook account.

I closed my Twitter account.

Just those two things are liberating, but not enough…

I’ve walked away from forums and asked the mods to close my accounts.

I’ve told my landlady I’m moving out of this flat thanks to her new policy of letting shit head, dole scum chavs have tennancies.

I’ve told certain women to get the fuck out of my life.

I’ve told folks in the mobile industry, whom I had held respect for, that they too are arseholes.

I’ve told pain in the arse clients who produce too little volume for me to even justify taking a piss let alone giving them account management that they are just that.

I’m deleting many numbers from my mobile.

I’m closing some of the websites I run.

In a nutshell: I’m having a total clear out of all the crap in my life!

So, this is my final blog post till I can be arsed again and all that’s left to say is:

Farewell, so long and fuck you very much

Today, 21st June, marks the first year aniversary of me moving out of the house I’d shared with Caroline for three years.

So a year on where am I and what have I done:

• Still single, living in a spanking bachelor pad in Loughborough but to move soon
• Taken over £150,000 from the mobiles of consenting customers in the UK
• Processed a pretty good number of software sales and upgrades
• Generated over five million page views on a site that’s now six months old
• Turned down more work than I ever expected to be offered
• Generated over 17,500,000 ad impressions with AdMob on my personal account
• Generated over 2,750,000 Google AdSense impressions
• Had over 85,000 downloads from a site launched in February

So, looking at that in terms of ad impressions and page views I am a multi, multi millionairre, my mission for the next twelve months is to make sure I’m a millionairre in currency, rather than impressions and views.

As I write that Andy Williams, Impossible Dream has just been shuffled into my ears by my iPhone.

Impossible? That’s the bit that turns me on and that’s the bit that makes it possible in my head!

Hey, I might not get there in the next 12 months but I’m gonna give it my best shot and will either get there or drop down dead from trying!

Over the next twelve months I’m planning to:

• Launch an official mp3 and music video download site with more than 3,250,000 tracks
• Get the artist network up to five thousand plus sites
• Increase my take home salary to ten thousand sterling a month
• Get a presentation gig with a national radio station

I think that might be enough for me to get my teeth into for at least the coming weeks!

As for what else happens, well, I know how random life can be so I’m looking forward to this year, put it this way the last 365 days have been one of the rockiest emotional rollercoaster rides anyone could go on and there’s a part of me that’s chuffed that year is now history!

I’m on the hunt now for a two or three bed house, pref detached in York with garden space.

I’ve seen my landlady here in Loughborough today and told her as soon as I find a place elsewhere I’m off. I can do flats as long as the flat has a roof terrace suitable for my tortoise.

I’d have to be at the top of the block though to avoid hearing other people’s footsteps above. In a nutshell, Market Street where I am now is too fucking loud, the students and drunkeness on the street are one thing but the car park on the other side is being done up and will make noise till September, I’m shelling out a grand a month on this place and it’s pissing me off more and more.

Met one of my new neightbours the other day. The words “Dole scum chav fuckwit” spring to mind.

It’s time to move: the noise pisses me off, the landlady’s quality control needs a kick up the arse, I’ve no reasons to stay here so I’m off.

If you know of a suitable property in York, pref inside the walled historic bit please let me know: Tel: 0870 896 5722 during office hours.

Why:

Facebook - Fuck me not one of the people I know have anything exciting to say, XX sent a rose, XX sent this, for fuck sake, it’s all bullshit and I’ve passed the point of giving a toss for it.

Twitter - Sacked that too, people just talk shit. I ate a pie, I rode by bike, I met XX, I did blah.

So my new personal response to facebook and twitter is:

I don’t give a fuck

Therefore have shut both accounts.