Goodbye!

Here we go again, then.

I am sat on a train heading London-wards. Out of the window on my left the sun is creeping up behind the hill in the distance as the train drifts past, while the uplifting tones of Mumford & Sons play in my ears. It's like one of those overly-emotional montages in a soap-opera where the departing character helplessly runs their finger down the window pane, tears rolling down their cheeks. Or rather, it would be like that had Spotify not just rudely interrupted this beautiful moment with another one of their mind-numbing adverts.

This is my first blog since Thursday the 25th of February. It's now Saturday the 13th of March. We're actually in another month now (a much better month, may I add). So it's been over two whole weeks since I last posted you a blog and filled you with wisdom, pleasure and basically lifted your mood to a level you didn't even know existed. For that, I am ashamed of myself. You deserve better.


Saying that, however, I have good reason for the lack of blogs in recent days. Coincidentally, that good reason is also the reason I am currently on board the 16:00 train from Edinburgh to London (again).


You may remember that back at the very end of January, I was sitting on this very train, about to embark on a week's work experience in London with HolyMoly. It's fair to say my week at HolyMoly was above average (read me rave about it here) and, if given the chance, would have done it again twelve times over.

So imagine my delight when I receive an email from Mr HolyMoly giving me the chance to do that week twelve times over with the offer of a three-month, paid internship with them. You have a very accurate imagination - I was, indeed, pretty fucking delighted.

Quite a big step, fucking off to London for 1/4 of the year at the age of seventeen. Hence some (quite a lot) of hesitation over the offer initially. But with the only alternative being bumming around in Scotland's most lifeless town, doing the odd waiting shift at the local café; you will agree that this was too good an opportunity to miss.

So off I fuck to London, to HolyMoly, to independence, to this thing called 'a life' (me neither). I'll make sure I update you (REGULARLY) along the way.

It's getting dark outside. If I were in Hollyoaks, the compulsory 'Chasing Cars' by Snow Patrol would now be rousing behind me as I go.