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I'm sure Butters knows what I'm feeling now.

It's been a little over a year now since I took up the mantle of FHM Writer and was given, quite literally, the poetic license to make fun of everything from Jedis to Sharifah Aini.

But now it's time to move on. I know I can.

But it's going to be a bit tough.

The freebies, as mot people expect, will be the easiest to walk away from. (After all, how many events can you go to, how much free alcohol can you consume and how often would you like to go to a press screening at ten in the morning?)

Letting go of the test cars, well, that's a bit rough, too. When's the next time I'll get to trash a Merc? (Don't fucking sue me; I didn't. But wasn't that was a cool sentence, anyway?)

The celebs? Well, most of them are fun to interview. (Most of them are good mates)

The models? Well, sadly, they're all di-cut from the same piece of cardboard. (And most of them are just as thin).

Writing captions? Bungee-jumping? Free raves? Island-hopping? Instant credibility? International exposure?

I just can't pinpoint it. Not right now.

To be honest, I'm also going to miss the reaction I get when I tell people I'm from FHM.

"You fucker!"