Life. Its rubbish sometimes innit.

For followers of the blog, you will know me as something of a happy-go-lucky chap. Today however, the weight of the world was on my shoulders. I'm living at home short-term post-uni (quitea-mouthful) to earn some money but after only a half a week I already miss my friends. Sure, no-one will ever love you like your mum, but my mum isn't going to talk to me about Fabio Aurelio's calf injury with me.
I start a fortnight's work experience at the Independent on Sunday tomorrow, which should be great. After that though a rubbish temp job beckons. All I need is for someone to read this blog and offer me a well-paid job in some sort of writing thing. Like maybe ghost writing a celebrity's blog? I could do that.

'Today I got up, brushed my teeth and paused to look at myself in the mirror for a minute. Staring back at my pug-like face, I couldn't help but wonder, who was Wayne Rooney? Had I become out of touch with my real identity? Had the football, granny prostitutes, and nut-stamping made me forget the innocent hairy chested boy who used to play just for the joy of it? I quickly wiped a solitary tear from my cheek as Coleen burst in, demanding another bunch of fifties for a shopping trip with the WAGS. She will never understand me'

I think people would pay for that. E-mail if you want me to provide this service for you. I warn you though, I am not cheap.

In other news, yesterday, I got my first comment, which means at least one person has read my blog! Joy. The buddhist chick in Seattle, whoever you are, may God smile on you.

Take care, Blog fans

Is anybody out there?

I may never find out if anyone reads this blog. At the moment it fulfills a purpose; I find it cathartic to 'speak' to someone in a house where I have no-one to speak to, and a good way of flexing my writing muscles (I like to call them my 'guns'). But I don't know enough about blogging to see how anyone could stumble across this. Perhaps I should include some random or topical words so it comes up in google searches. Like spelunking and hezbollah. Or some rude ones. Like boobies.
Well, if you have you found this somehow, you are in luck. I have some great thoughts. Not right now but sometimes I do and I am sure they will end up here. For the fanbase I have already accumulated from my first post, a little bit more about myself.

I am 21
I like writing
I live in England
I cut my toe today. Flip flops should come with some kind of warning. Or someone should invent some kind of toe armour that would clip around the toe and protect it from falling debris when naked.
I have black hair
I love Robbie Fowler

Over the weeks and years of following this blog, you will find out more and more about me, until you know me better than even myself. Then you could kill me and steal my identity. Don't do that.

The first of many posts. Perhaps

I read today that 7,000,000 blogs now exist on the interweb. Crazy, no? Just think if those seven million people had decided to join together and create some kind of global army to fight injustice across the world instead of moaning about there HDtv and posting pictures of their cats, we would have world peace.
Well this blog isnt about signing up for this army. I for one would be rubbish leader - I know for a fact that I would not look good as a bust, let alone a statue - and let's face it the idea just isn't feasible. Many of those seven million people will be too young or old to fight, or even fat. No, this blog is just my way of communicating with you - the blank vast nothingness of internet blogsurfers. Like many (if not all) other bloggers, I have enough spare time and a highly inflated opinion of myself so feel the world can only benefit from my wisdom and musings.
So if you want a mixture of hard edged political opinion, biting topical satire, and great pictures like this one, feel free to visit here as often as you like.