That's a Jimi Hendrix quote. I know this because I picked it up off a music quote website 5 minutes ago, while searching for a profound title for this blog. Suffice it to say I gave up on the pretentiousness and, titlewise, went with what I know...kind of. I hail from Malawi and I'm no gravy afficionado, but my little cousin Yorkshire-boy (a clever alias I thought up) is Northern and, though he doesn't love gravy, it would be real funny if he did. Thus the merits of "Northern Boys.." are undeniable.
I hope that makes as little sense in writing as it does in my head. It was important to me to have a cool blog name (if only in my own head) for aesthetic purposes and so I have something to salvage from the experience in the eventuality my verbosity (good word), incoherence or general lack of entertainingness make for poor blogging. I don't expect a huge following, but I'm the worst kind of lazy and will be sorely disappointed if I've gone to the bother of starting a blog and it turns out to be crap.
I'll need a minute to work out how this works, as (doing Economics, Maths and Law) my writing over the last few years has mostly been limited to regurgitating lecture notes and I'm as yet unsure whether to write in journal form (like this) or for an audience, to wit, minus the rambling and giving myself points for usage of big words.
I'm sure as soon as I get past this intro and have more interesting subject matter than me, the posts'll be bringing fire and ice (in a good way). Big ups to anyone still reading this slightly confused inner monologue. Anyway, you need to move onto the next post which I assure you is crazy, sexy, cool, supersuave and supersuccinct. I'm done, peace, 1.
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