I feel like I should kick this thing off with a manifesto-type statement, or by setting the scene with a bit of a background narrative, but it’s difficult to know how or where to start.
Like VUE victim Grastled Fallusson, I have invented so much fiction about myself that it’s hard to vouch for any version of my biography.
And that, I suppose, is what this is all about.
Hamish writes in old blog post.
Does it feel like four (fucking) years to you!?
Sometimes, sometimes kinda, other times not at all
A lot has happened and changed in that time
Thinking about it makes me feel funny
You look funny too.
Your mother looks funny.