Now where were we?

Well, the world was essentially my oyster! Well, at least Leeds was my mussel. And speaking of mussels/muscles, it was time to get myself ripped! I had always been of 'athletic' build and had dreamed of bulking up to a degree whereby I wouldn't be blown down Lord Street in a stiff breeze! I had heard plenty of 'get-ripped-in-4-weeks schemes on that thing we call The T'Interweb and thought that the before and after pictures couldn't lie!

But that is another story, for another time!

See you next time Blans!

TG

So, Blans (Blog Fans), are you sitting comfortably? OK, where shall we begin? That is obviously a rhetorical question, as I can't hear you, and this is written in 'real time' so even if I could hear you, I've already finished typing this entry. Anyway, enough Cybabble (Cyber Babble).....

Things were going well. I was a 27 year old man, living in Leeds, with money in the bank, a beautiful girlfriend, company car, stable job (albeit incredibly dull!), great friends and family, and, of course, my health. I had graduated university with a degree in Football, Money Laundering and David Beckham Studies (yes, it IS a real degree) a few years earlier and had settled in the Capital Of The North.....Leeds.

I had dreams that were yet to be thought of let alone lived-out! I was young and had the world at my feet!

More to come soon.....!