How I, This, It Began. The Beginning if you will…
After completing a degree in the frozen, greyness of granite spattered Aberdeen it became depressingly obvious that I had failed to think about…well pretty much anything. Naturally this was a little disappointing. I picked up my tail, nestled it between my legs and sauntered home sheepishly. Prime objective-thinking. Specifically about my life. I do love specifics. 18 months later it became blatantly obvious to myself and my long-suffering mother, that I had failed to think, again. So the general theme of my near adult life had been, to this point, a complete lack of thought.
I had fallen into uni with a similar attitude to falling into love. You don’t know why, you don’t know how and you sure as hell have no idea what to do when you get there.
I didn’t and that is how I ended up back at home, teeny bit broke and a big bit lost.
So there it is. The beginning…like Genesis but shorter and with less line-up changes.