Is it a blog? We don’t know.

Oh wow look at my desk

I think this is a blog. I’m not 100% sure. My computer wants to autocorrect the word ‘blog’ which doesn’t exactly fill me with hope. It also wants to autocorrect ‘autocorrect’ to ‘auto correct’, ‘auto-correct’ or ‘autocorrelate’ so we’re off to a really bad start.

I have yet to inform Laurie that I have started writing things on here. Part of me wants to see how long it will take for him to notice. Hey man, how’s it going? If you’re reading this then that means you have discovered me and my writings. Such a shame – I was enjoying our little game of cat and mouse. OH THE GAMES WE PLAY LAURIE. Do you remember when we used to listen to Flogging Molly, drink gin and argue about whether one day one of us would write something on a public platform for all to read but actually it would only be directed at the other one? THOSE WERE THE DAYS.

I sort of feel like horse-lady from Sex & The horse-lady when I’m writing this. I feel like it should convey a message and neatly tie off everything we’ve learnt this terrible, terrible week but I don’t think we have learnt anything. I just learnt that the word ‘learnt’ is the same as the word ‘learned’, but in the UK we use ‘learnt’ more often. You learnt something new everyday. Oh how I learnt. LEARNT. LEARNTLEARNT LEARNT. It’s lost all meaning now.

I don’t really have any Shambles news other than Season 2 continues to draw nearer, and we opened conversations today with a certain group of certain people about doing a certain exciting thing (in case you can’t pick up on my intended inflection in that sentence whilst you read it, it was supposed to be really sexy and stuff) and oh dear I’ve genuinely forgotten what I’m talking about. Writing about. Whatever. OH YES cool stuff ahead, but I sort of don’t know what it is or when it’s no I’m sorry I’ve forgotten what I’m doing.

Genuinely forgotten my point now. Um. Yeah.

Is it a blog? What have learnt we learnt learnt? Goodnight.

January Shblamuary.

A big hello to all of you who are the Shambles.

We hope you are well – we miss you. Laurie and I have decided to start doing regular posts on the site. At the moment it feels a bit like a vehicle for the podcast (which, in theory, it is) and we want to grow out of these tiny egg wings and have them hatch into fully blown big web wing things like bat-dragons.

Basically a lot of Shambles things are going to be happening soon and we want the website and YOU THE COMMUNITY (oh yeah) to be prepared. I’m writing it because Laurie is asleep and I’ve had a sudden wave of ‘let’s do everything now’.

Season 2 of Podshambles will be starting soonish. We took a bit of a break over Christmas/New Year/Laurie’s Birthday/My Birthday/January-so-far but the past few weeks have been laden with late-night pub visits to work out what we’re gonna do this year. And it’s gonna be big. Keep watching this space to find out what’s going on. Because we’ll do it all here. And on twitter. And facebook. And the podcast. And youtube. But remember it will be here too.

So hey Shambles. Don’t eat too many bees. Or honey. Because bees need honey. Or something. And don’t recite Foucault at strangers. Or buy trousers for a while. Actually all clothes – don’t buy clothes. Or bite things that shouldn’t be bitten. Like birds. Do, however, listen to Eels. And Pearl Jam. And Smashing Pumpkins. And watch It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia. And convince people you work for Wizards of the Coast, then crush their dreams. And build guitars. Then play them. Then neglect them, then rediscover them. And always remember…

You are a Shambles.

p.s geese lolololololol

p.p.s not but seriously this year is going to be bloody great.

XX

p.p.p.s In downloading the image to use on this post, I am proud to say my laptop said ‘beakerisfuckinggreat.jpg is already in use’. beakerisfuckinggreat(1) it is.