'Home is a place where I yearn to belong'

Hi all, just keeping you up to date with the lack of goings on in my current situation. I decided yesterday, after being a bum and waiting for the phone to ring with employment news, that if the world didnt want me then it didnt have a choice; I armed myself with C.Vs and an ironed shirt and hit town.
Suffice to say, town hit back, hard. The recession is less felt in Winchester than elsewhere but there is little left in regards casual work. The closest I think I got was with an agency that were referring people on to Hampshire Ambulances as call workers. Sounds interesting, also pays up to £9 per hour which is pretty fantastic. So far though I have had no phonecall, maybe I'll have to settle for Sainsbury's.
Went to rugby training on Wednesday and realised just how out of practice I am; still, I managed to chase down some of the established players and nearly scored an eighty-yard wonder try myself. I was caught 5 yards short of the line by the 1st team winger having burnt everyone else, give me a few more sessions and I'll score those. I hope! Got told by the 2nd team skipper that he'd have me in his team come September, nothing like speed to get you noticed, just wait until they realise I cant tackle!
Went for a few jars with Si last night too, ended up in Blondes on student night, where I had my first (and presumably not my last) surreal experience of feeling old and non-studenty. The average age was 18/19 and we both felt a bit out of place, some hopelessly drunk 18 year old threw a shotglass at his friend and hit me. It was plastic so no bother, but his grovelling apology was the most annoying thing ever. There is a definite culture change in an affluent, middle-class town like Winchester to a place like Chester. Arguably you could say that they are very similar but appearances aside, they are not. Example: bump into someone in most pubs in Liverpool and they will most likely say 'sorry mate', regardless of whose at fault. Bump into someone in Winchester and it turns into a mute staring contest, no apologies or friendly 'thats alright, dont worry'. It is almost as if the more priviliged forget their manners, truly sad in my opinion.
So, rant over, am enjoying all the other areas of being back. Have decided to stay away from potential womenfolk, partially because I dont see where they might fit into my life right now and mostly because I cant be arsed. I have the rest of my life to do that, fingers crossed!
Anyway, must be off. It's far too nice a day to be sat on a computer...the golf course awaits!