And then it just hit me...

Having spent many a hours stuck indoors on what was a dreadful Sydney winter's afternoon, i couldn't help but to start pondering about myself (an all too often feeling). I was lost in my own head, failing to grasp the reality, that this particular day was relinquishing away from me like a primed eagle, streaming away from the mother nest as i desperately held onto it's talons in search of some much needed personal enrichment. And then it just hit me...

I NEED A FUCKING HOBBY!, gone are the days where i'd sit endlessly in front of the TV playing my favourite past time FIFA, gone are the days where a season's marathon of The O.C was merely sufficient enough to kill the time, even if i did genuinely enjoy the company of Summer & Marissa or any other of the endless shenanigans that so eloquently took place on Newport Harbour.

This time around was different, i wanted to do something that i hadn't done before, start something fresh, begin a journey & talk some shit- well electronically at least. Writing was always to me, an avenue to express my opinions, thoughts & emotions, a way to exhibit what i was about & an excuse to divulge into my passions (mainly football).

So naturally, after consulting a friend who had written a series of blogs detailing her adventures in the culinary world (you can check it out here), i am finally here to embark on my own manuscript adventure, one in which will hopefully bring said reader as much joy as it brings said writer.

Welcome,

Andy