In a hole in the ground there lived a TramP. A nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and a boozy smell, a bare hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat.
Alas, today I decided to blog again. I haven’t wrote anything substantial on the internet since my drunken nights out at uni. I’d come back in after far too many quad vods, often too drunk to see the keyboard and bash out some rant about the nights events, badgers or political events of the day, usually going off in several tangents but merging into a relatively coherent story under the circumstances.
So what is this going to be about? I don’t know, do you know, do you care?
More than likely it will be a nonchalant tail of faerie, booze, cake, pork, chocolate and the coming and goings of a tiny cat who goes by many names.
Now that’s enough of that, lets do this!!!