Decision, Decisions

Bloody monday again, how comes weekends just fly away?

So I spent the nights getting twatted, and the days thinking about the new flat I was going to sign for - and I spoke to Greg who was rather unimpressed and tried to talk me out of it.
I decided to take a more un-emotional look and started listing the pro's and con's, then I worked out a budget. Looking at the figures "black on white"... Crap. I can't take it.

So I won't move to East London, shame, and I'll have to phone up Omar the agent and let him know. Bollox. I really need to get my finances sorted.