Home.

Thank you for having me for so long America, but it is really, really nice to be home.

And so, we now have FIFTEEN DAYS off. Wow, this is incredible.

There’s a likelihood that if I am to keep blogging it’s going to be boring crap like this, but we’ll see how it goes. I want to do a huge blog post about why Paul Heaton is a better lyricist than Morrissey, so hopefully I’ll get round to that soon, and I think I might try to get you to buy a load of my old things that I don’t want anymore, because I’ve not sold stuff on ebay before, and at 23 years old, I figure I’m too old to pick up new tricks.

(In reality, probably gonna be loads of pictures of and around Midsomer Norton. Let me know when it starts getting dull, and I’ll let you know to stop reading )