And now, the end is near...

And so this blog starts, as all good things*, with the end. In July of this year, I graduated from the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art holding proudly aloft my second degree certificate. The other arm waved a fond goodbye to what have been pretty much the best years of my life, my safe little cocoon at drama school and any possiblity of people giving me money without first requiring me to, say, do something for it.

Yes, I was expelled from my twenty year gestation deep in the bloated belly of full time education into the waiting arms of the doctor of life. And, to carry the metaphor slightly too far, the outside world seems like it could be a bit like Look Who's Talking Too, but written by c*nts. Or, in other words, like Look Who's Talking Too.

So, why contribute to the growing collection of people arrogant enough to think that when they scratch their arse, the world should get an email notifying them?

Well, basically, I've occasionally flirted with the idea of keeping a diary, but generally this has only gone as far as asking its name and if this seat is taken, before I end up either forgetting what drink it wanted and wandering off, or in the toilets shagging a more interesting project. A blog seems a bit more low commitment, and god forbid I should have to do anything as quaintly archaic as, say, use a pen. Besides, I see it as a stick-on patch for my facebook addiction, which is frankly dangerous.

I also like writing, and I hope this will be a good place to exercise that particular muscle. I am also in dire need of perspective at the moment, so let's see how that goes too.

You never know, it might turn out that starting out in 'The Industry' might be worth remembering one day too. Also, I can just copy and paste it into the autobiog when I'm rich, famous, and a c*nt.

Oh, and for the moment, it's a secret, this blog. So If you're reading this, well done: You either trawl the directories like the Japanese trawl the Pacific, or you're here by mistake. Or I couldn't resist telling someone in the hope that they would like it and tell me how clever I am. Never got over that one. Forgive me, but I am an actor.

*No, I can't justify that, but I like vague sweepingly grand statements.