There are really no ways to make this sound truly awesome. So I’m just going to come out with it. For the last year, I’ve been living… …in Devon. I know, I know, cue commiserations all round, a few condolences high fives, the deep understanding of the trauma I’ve been,…
This particular blog follows on from part one, in that it was written in the same rambling train of thought. If you haven’t delved into that first part of my fascinating story of not quite triumph mixed with possible loss and dismay, you can find it here. Might as well…
It’s about time. About time I got back around to playing StarCraft 2, about time I moved out of my mum’s house again and about time I finished dozens of small, minor tasks. But really, about time I sewed up the rest of the story. It’s been a long time…
Tuesday 09th August 2016 – I’ve broken off onto a new entry, as the last one was getting rather long. That, and it’d gotten a bit bit long since I started writing it. Oops. This one does though, start off from where I left off. In fact, almost exactly. So…
Monday 01st August 2016 – Innocent a lad as I am, I have always associated Colombia with coffee more than anything else. Sure, I knew about the finer powder, and was vaguely familiar with the rather bad rep that Colombia had been blessed with, but I wasn’t a font of…
It’s been a long time coming. This post, that is. I’m back home now, and although I’m a fair way behind, the end of the tale is within sight. First though, a monster post, which has ended up including many a picture more than I’d intended. I had to leave…
