I’ll start with the obligatory opening post where I tell you about myself.
Hello, my name’s Tasha and I’m a Lushotologist. If you don’t know what Lushotology is, stick with me kid, I’ll educate you, if you’re lucky, I’ll point you in the direction of the Black Pope. Hmm? Oh, no, he’s not a Nigerian version of the Catholic Pope.
So I guess you want to know my life story, huh? Well, I’m not gonna tell you it all in one go. Then I’d have nothing to talk to you about and that wouldn’t make an interesting blog, would it?
Let’s see… I’m twenty years old. I’m English... Hold on, I need to let my lovely Americans have a cold shower, they have something about the English accent…
I live in a sleepy little village, surrounded by Conservative elderly people who keep to themselves then toddle on down to the Post Office every Pension Day to complain about the state of today’s youth with their friends. Except on school days, since I live opposite a secondary school [or High School to those of the American persuasion], I get all the chavs standing outside screaming “FUCK YOU CUNT I’M HAVING A FAG!” - wait, I’ll convert that into the proper chav speak: “FUK U KUN’! U’M ‘AVIN’ A FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG!”… and that’s just the teachers. I know, I know, it's scary how good I was at that. England’s just great, isn’t it?
Oh yes, I’m incredibly sarcastic. You may think I’m being rude but actually I’m trying to be really hilarious,
What are my blog posts going to be about? Whatever I want them to be. It is mine after all. The following things will be mentioned a lot: Driving, Green Day, Harlow Cuadra, John Roecker, Lushotology, music in general, Queen, Rancid and a few other things that have escaped my mind for now.
Well, I’ve kept you long enough kiddies. Off you pop to suck on the teat of Mother Vodka and Mother Barcardi. Until the next time friends… I think I could fall in love with you.
Peace, Love and Rock ‘n’ Roll.
Tasha oxo
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