I was talking to Dot the other night, and we were discussing the blog (as we often do)... mainly saying how we really should post more often and ya know, just be all round better at this whole business.

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?

It occurs to us that no one know what's the fuck is going on around here (much less Dot or myself), so this is an attempt to briefly explain where in the world we are and why we never post anymore.


Name: Dot
There's no place like home: Cheltenham Rock City
Age: 27
Status: Hitched to Blane
Currently residing in: NYC, USA
Recently relocated from: Arnhem Land
Plans for future: Revel in new-found status of (green) card carrying American wannabe
Plans for present: Navigating way through SE Asia as we type/read... somewhere between Bangkok and Hanoi
Destination: Greatness
Anyone for a drink? She'll have a red, red wine

Name: Mars
There's no place like home: Oak-town USA
Age: 27
Status: Desperately seeking
Currently residing in: Manchester, UK
Plans for future: Come up with a plan. Arrange extended visa? Find first husband.
Plans for present: Pack bag, going to Greece on the weekend
Destination: Enlightenment
Anyone for a drink? I'll have a beeeeeeer


That's it.

I was wondering last night, if it must be strange for people here, to have me in their life. It's like, i come with no context. There are no people around who know me... i could be living a complete double life... i have no history. It's a really bizarre feeling, living without people you have lived with for a significant part of your life... because i guess, like it or not, these people define you to some extent.

I'm a rock
I am an island.
I'm an enigma.
I'm a ring-in.
I'm a fucking stray.

I've made some good friends in Manchester, who i'd really like to know 'my' people. It's weird, i find myself talking a lot about Dot, which i guess it quite understandable, given that we've been BFFs for the best part of 10 years... and also my brother, which is slightly less expected given my relationship with him has always been kinda tumultuous.

Thing is, in some ways i've found it liberating to just escape pretty much, my whole life. I think it was pretty obvious when i decided to come away from home that i needed to change so many aspects of what was going on at that time... be it work, home, friends, family... i'd become stagnant and wasn't really in a good spot. And i blame no one but myself for it, but it's really hard to change just one aspect of your life... because all the others kind of bring you back. If you understand what i'm trying to stay? So instead, i guess it just seemed easier to do one, and get the fuck out.

Thing is though, i'm here now... and i guess the one thing i really wanted or needed to change wasn't in fact my work, home, friends or family... it was me. Sadly, i seem to have followed me all the way to the Northern 'Sphere and truth be told, i'm struggling to come to terms with it. What are you meant to do when you're sick of your own company? I actually bore myself some times.

Conundrum.

Many many busy things happening in Manchester which i will write about some other time when i'm not so terribly busy.

Until then, check out this pic i snapped on my phone the other day... dude was parked in a car space down near my local shops.


Also, the process of poaching eggs has be revolutionised.


Silicon implants, non?

Desperately trying to fend off Monday at this point... i'm a bottle of wine down and a little bit peckish.

Gordon Ramsey; i am not.

Umm... just set my kitchen on fire.

Send halp.