I must confess, when i said ‘Blog on’ what i meant was ‘Lets leave it a month or two to so the internet can go mad with anticipation towards these ever mysterious projects!’ …or more likely I was just being lazy.

But fret not!

I’m back, and i’m here for good (you may applaud now internet). So later this week I’m going to start explaining the first project I’ve got in mind and start the development part of this blog. 

I know, I know, you either can’t contain your excitement or you don’t believe me, but believe this:

It’s not just gunna blow your mind, It’s gunna blow your soul…

Right, now the nod to Tim Schafer is out the way, it’s back to the present. In my absence I’ve started my first year at University in Newcastle and survived the infamous trial of fire known as ‘Freshers week’. I can honestly say I have no idea how people survive the almost Olympian amount of booze consumed during this 7 day piss-upathon. But I did learn one thing: Treble shots exist, and there is a lot of them…it’s a dangerous discovery.

So that is my explanation and apology, I hope dear internet you will forgive me, although i doubt it, i’ve seen the YouTube comments section, you’re a cruel bastard internet i’ll give you that!

But alas, I must bid thee a good night, for I am tired and have a lot of lectures tomorrow on writing (i’m sure theres some irony in that?) but tomorrow I will woo you all with the 1 year plan for my life and this blog, I know you’re just dying to hear more about ME…

creepy…

MWAHAHA, look not mortals on the majesty of my tower of hats, you are all as presumptuous as you are poor and foreign!

In other words this was one of the bizarre things Italy had to offer, can’t particularly comment as I’ve experimented with fashion myself, a collection of leopard print jeans says it all…tragic. Anywaa back in the uk now so time to start writing. Blog on.

So dear internet, i have finally found you, and not a moment too soon it would appear!

Having just found out about the wave of anarchy that swept across Englands small buisinesses and retail outlets, I am truely shocked at what happens when I have not made a post. Has my Introduction to the world of blogging made that much of an impact? does my holidaying directly affect the mindset of the British public to such a degree that all hell breaks loose when i neglect to post? should i shut up and stop being such a smartarse?

Who Knows…

Anyway, I have been indulging in the scenic beauty of Tuscany and, dispite my lack of knowledge of the language, have managed to survive thus far in this incredible place. So far i have found myself having a coffee on the race track in central Siena, made my way throgh the house of the devine poet Danté in Florence, and had another coffee in Lucca. Turns out they are big on coffee here…

Who Knew!

I arrive back on British soil in a week and then should be able to start my re-birth of sorts (is it wrong to write something like that in a catholic country?), I have two key script ideas at this point and am very excited about where they might lead. As the weeks go on i shall reveal more about the plots and my progress in creating these two projects as well as giving you, yes you the reader, the chance to help out with the direction of the projects! Lets call it my personal communism ideals.

“Work of each for wheel of all …well basically me”

So until i arrive back in Jolly old England i must bid thee all arrivederci, which i believe is Italian for make sure you follow and read my Tumblr… or something along those lines.

P.S. it appears in my last post I spelt Ciao wrong according to an avvid fan by the name of Sarah Frankel. To her and anyone else that spotted this mistake:

I like my way better, you can all burn for your nay saying. But yea sorry about that.

When you wake up every morning with a hangover that is ten times worse then the day before for a long enough period of time, you come to a few conclusions:

1.) Dehydration isn’t very fun after a week of it

2.) alchohol is actually phenomenally expensive

3.) I really need to find something to do with my life

It’s that last one that has hit home with me more then anything over the last week or so.

It was yesterday morning (ok, it was mid-afternoon, HAPPY!?) and as i sat in my mates sitting room, waiting for him to wake up so we could eat, i suddenly realised that I haven’t done anything. Thats not to say in a literal sense, i quite amazingly accumulated the strength to not only leave the bed but also make it to the sitting room without incident. But considering all the time i’ve had in the last year, i’ve made so little of it, letting opportunities pass me by because i felt ‘ahhhh fuck it, that’s not good enough’ or ‘can’t be bothered today, maybe tomorrow’.

So picture the scene, me in my boxers, sitting in a modestly furnished apartment with my throat drained of all natural fluids, my head throbbing with rythmic precision, and for the first time in this Jacobian calender i realise that i’m a lazy shite.

Whats that you say?

‘Oh Rupert, poor you, life must be tough’

Ah but alas, this is not suposed to be a pity plea nor vie for attention; mearly my reasoning to the reader for the reason i’ve started this blog, this is the start of my productivity, and the blog itself is going to form as a medium for my projects.

‘Ah ok Roo, that makes sense, but what do you mean by projects?’

Funny you should ask that (don’t worry that’s the last time i’m making one of those jokes). For those of you who don’t know me i’m another unfortunate wannabe thespian. but i find acting is such a limited career to try and break so I’m also writing for theatre and TV as well as drafting ideas for series and movies i’d like to create.

And so this blog will serve as a testing ground for My ideas, and hopefully if anyone reads this I can get some feedback in order to re-work them until they’re carved out of wood.

Alongside this i felt as this is the internet it’s only appropriate that i also talk non-stop about myself. that is what brought you here after all (or it should have been anyhow).