Blog No.Wan
Hello and welcome to the very first blog post of me, myself, Rowan Leslie, DJ Ro-Ro, currently playing the role of Billy Fiddler in Giffords Circus 2016, ‘The Wainted Pagon’. ‘Merica, howdy etc. As you will have noticed, this world-changing blog is residing on the web page of the one and only Fraser F***ing Martin, aka Moustachio Nut, for a number of reasons. The main reason being for the sheer craic. People would also expect a blog of mine to be on one of my own online platforms, but you may or may not know that I am not one to necessarily conform to what is expected. And so here I am once again, doing just that, breaking the boundaries and laying down the foundation for others to follow. Or not. I don't care either way. Stop following me. Damn stalkers…
I thought it best to set the scene with this first blog of mine, to hint at what will be to come, once every two weeks, to the galaxy that is the internet via the medium of fraseralexandermartin.com. Together, dear readers, we shall travel through the rich and varied tapestry of what I call LIFE. (A classic Miranda reference there, nailed it…) There will be ups, downs, rounds and rounds, as I transition probably not so smoothly through my thoughts, touching on music, art, books, film, geography, travelling, Skodas, food, coffee, skinny jeans, popular culture, philosophy, eyeliner, aftershave, history, trendsetting, to name but a few.
I am currently composing this fine article in an arts centre in Cirencester, a place I hadn't even heard of until embarking on the circus craic around the Cotswolds this summer. I have immensely enjoyed seeing new places, going to small random villages and areas I would have no call to go to otherwise. The Cotswolds have been a pleasant surprise for me; coming from Northern Ireland where there isa bounty of beautiful scenery, I didn’t have high hopes about how the natural world would look round here in comparison, but it has been pretty darn pretty. I have also appreciated a the amount of birds of prey cutting about in the sky, plenty of red kites and other exotic looking things which has given me a little thrill every now and then. It has been very easy on the eye, but nothing beats the scenery of home. Some of the villages and hamlets I have passed though are so ridiculously twee that it is hard to believe they exist. All those picturesque cottages with ivy climbing all over them like Fraser Martin seeing reduced avocados. Rose bushes everywhere like moustache wax in Fraser Martin’s caravan. Fancy cars parked outside but nobody really about, an abundance of Skodas. Great cars. Reliable, stylish, holds the road well. Great shade of red, which Mr. Skoda got from me being a baller in those red overalls of mine. Probably. Can’t really see any other way how that colour would come about.
Anyway, here ends blog number wan. DJ out (keyboard drop).
You’re welcome.