I actually did this
A few of my mates went to Sheffield uni and we came up regularly for weekends away and ended up with lots of mates up there. We used to go away for a jolly boys outing once a year and while sat around a pool in Nerja I disclosed the fact that I fucking hated my job, the way things were going and things in general, my buddy Chris piped up "why not jack it and move up the North .. You've got loads of mates, you like it and there's jobs a plenty".

At the time I was working for a guy who could opnly be described as a irritating shit demon in human form, my brother was in and out of prison, I was socially isolated, I was drinking for England, I weighed 17 stone and I could happily see myself with a 12 bore in my mouth in 6 months time.

So I jacked the job 24 hours after getting off the flight, I took one in a factory and lost all the weight, I got job ads sent down from the North and secured a position ....... Within 4 months I had upped sticks and moved.

It still remains the best thing I've ever done. I now have a house, a soon to be wife and a fat ole kitteh, a job I adore and all my friends about me. Granted it's not the same as going half way around the world to do it but that distance is what's needed sometimes.

Apologies for length/outpouring, VC if you need crash space if you pass through Yorkshire then gaz me.
(SpunkyMcSpunkbubble Diddled your nubbin on, Sun 26 Apr 2009, 10:48, Reply)