So this is my first post. Not really sure what I'm going to write in this space as the months go by, but be assured it will be well written prose with a close-to-perfect grammatical style (except in moments where artistic licence is required).
These past couple of days have been full of the kind of things any reader might expect them to be; there has been the frantic buying of insurance, phone cards, camera film, most importantly ultra-absorbent underwear; the tearful good-byes at the last supper; the reluctance to begin packing or in anyway validate the rumour that I am going anywhere out of routine.
You should see the state of my room right now. At some point my rucksack and the (thinned out) giant pile of detritus that stares at me from the corner, are going to have to coalesce, but for now I'm feeling pretty satisfied with myself for reducing ten tee-shirts down to five and putting them in a compression sack.
For those of you who attended, I would like to spread my humble gratitude for the brilliant going away party you all gave me on Saturday night. It meant so much to have all my friends (minus faders) in one place for a night of self-gratifying ego-mania (You know as well as I, that this is my drug of choice).
Well now, I probably won't be posting from Northern Ireland for some time as I will be sleeping on an uncomfortable airport bench in Heathrow in just about 72 hours. So I'd like to take this opportunity to say some sort of a good-bye to everyone who is reading this. I hope to post from Hong Kong or maybe even P45 London but until then make sure you're safe guys!
