I'm a man who ends up away from 'home' a lot. I'm away so much, in fact, that I don't have a home to speak of. I've got a dirty-but-lucrative job, and a nice car and some good connexions, but I don't have a home of my own. Miserable, eh? On the other hand, I've only been 'home' for six weeks in total since Janaury, and I am not interested in material things. The Jaguar was an accident really - I had wanted to buy a Skoda but they had all been taxi-d to death. Essentially, what I need is a patient woman; one who will still be there when eventually I get back from the wells, the refineries, the deserts, wherever I ended up. I need someone who can put up with my shit, really.