You know, I've got a confession to make. It's hard for me to just come out and say it, but I'll do my best. This blog is a edited series of events based on my true life. That's right - it's edited. Which I know is a bit of a hard blow for you all to bear. There you were thinking that every part of my life was on this blog. But it's just not true. Once you turn off your computer, I'm still here (although I'm probably sleeping). While you are lying in bed at night with the heating on, I'm slaving away at work in our lacklustre air conditioning.
At this point I need to shout out a big hi to Cara and James in Edinburgh (or Germany maybe?). Apparently they were quite disappointed that the tale of the night of carnage with Jagermeister did not make the blog. But that's just it you see - I get to choose what goes here and what stories make it. When I'm found dead in a bedsit with 15 cats, then, and only then, can these true stories come out. And, just for the record, I totally blame Jas for the series of events that unfolded over that evening.
In conclusion, I like to think of this blog as being my own little kingdom and myself as the happy-go-lucky, benevolent dictator. Handsomest, if you are reading this, I seriously need some more shoes as is befitting to my status.