So say about nearly two years ago I was not myself…
And I’d gone slightly batty.
Decided that in particular I really Hated where I lived.
(I’m still weary on that one)
And when the opportunity arose to leave for University,
I chose one of the furthest places in England I could think of.
Because it played girls Rugby.
I made an even bigger mistake…
Had a gap year.
Realised what the hell I’d done…
Now. I’m stuck in the North.
And it’s rather cold up here you know,
for someone who weighs about 7 stone….
So this is the confessions of a Southerner.
Because while the rest of Epsom decided to go to Portsmouth.
I went to Newcastle….
Brown Ale Can’t be all that bad?
Now part of Lonely Blogs!!