Damn it's been a while.

Been thinking a lot lately about friends and friendship and people in general. I don't know if it's a symptom of getting older (I'm 41 now), but I think I'm becoming less and less of a people person. I just don't "need" the companionship of people as much as I used to (or at least used to think I did).
More and more lately, I'm becoming disillusioned with living in a city (especially Glasgow) and I want to just get the hell out. This isn't likely to happen in the near future, at least not without a lottery win, so I'm stuck in Glasgow (which isn't that bad as cities go, it's just I want out) for the forseable future.
My wife keeps telling me that if I got my wish I'd soon miss this place, but I don't think so. The fewer shell-suited numb-nutted idiots I see, the better.
As for friends, it's not like we're in each others pockets. I see people I like at the SF group once a month, and when a con rolls round, I love it. It's like the perfect gated community. Anyway, I have some really good friends online, (and before anyone shouts "sad git" I know them in the flesh too, we're just geographically challenged) and keep in touch on a regular basis.
Ideally I want a house near the sea, remote, but within half an hour of shops if I need them. A wee village/country pub nearby that sells real ale, and a broadband connection. Throw in some dogs, and nirvana is reached.