Well, it's the beginning of my third and final year at Uni. Nothing feels different, and so far nothing very amazing has happened. If anything, bad things have happened so far. But still, I want to hold on to it all, really savour this last ever Autumn term, and make damn sure I don't fuck it up, in any way. OK, brief history of me: I got born one day. Wasn't very remarkable - my Dad actually missed it, as he needed to pee and the closest toilet was the public loo in the subway underneath St Stephen's Street roundabout. Turns out, that toilet got closed and locked up because someone got raped there and the council saw it as an 'eyesore'. But yeah, after my birth nothing much happened until well, now, when I started writing things. Never thought I'd be a writer when I was younger - always had a knack for poetry, but hey, I was being emo, it's what we did. But here I am, studying as a screenwriter. Can't quite put together how I got here. Its a long and boring story. I'll probably tell it one day, but no one will be listening. Which, by the way, is why I've decided to start a blog. Apparently, I sometimes find life too difficult, and telling people about it doesn't always help. And I'm sure as hell not paying for some psychologist to tell me I have distance problems with my parents. I already know that. So instead, I'm writing things. Hopefully nothing will ever get too hairy, but I guess if it does it just makes for a good read from someone else. And so, to launch into my first issue.