I have decided, whether you like it or not, to do a regular blog during my year in France. I call it a year – it’s not – that’s just me being pretentiously melodramatic.
It’s seven months in case you were wondering.
Said blog will be called a Frog for obvious reasons. However, I am well aware that a number of my readers may not see these reasons (bless their sub-cent-IQs) and so to furnish such peons with the knowledge that will get them precisely nowhere in life, I will elaborate below:
Reason number 1: Frogs are cool.
Reason number 2: So is the internet.
Reason number 3: I have nothing to do.
Reason number 4: Every self respecting person has a blog these days. (Yes, I am insinuating that if you don’t have one you’re not self respecting) and so I thought that I’d have something a little different. After all, how many people can say that they’ve written a frog? Even if the answer to that question is higher than I suppose it to be, how many people can say that they invented the Frog apart from myself and God?
Reason number 5: You love me.
Reason number 6: I love me too.
Reason number 7: I love you loving me.
Reason number 8: You love me loving you loving me.
Reason number 9: With such an abundance of love in the air, I have decided to create a frog. Out of words in my head.
Reason number 10: It’s a friggin’ cross between the words France and Blog dumbass.
The Frog will be a collection of musings, recordings of my adventures in the classroom and the no doubt crazy Italian and rather humourless German with whom I will be living, the occasional question, and possibly a rant or two.
Feel free to drop into my head and rummage around for some inspiration when I am gone. Please do this through the provided semi-amphibious medium I have just been talking about and not with a scalpel.
P.S. Tom and Lily – if you’re reading this, I hope you appreciate the previous line.