N is for Neville who died of ennui.

Today marks week 3 of joblessness for me and, you know, it hasn't been too bad up til now. Today is rainy and cold and I feel quite a bit like little Neville there, perched on my seat by the window, staring out at the cold and dying world. Maybe its not that bad, then again, maybe it is.

Charlotte Gainsbourg - The Songs That We Sing