i'm not generally a blogger at all, so becoming a guest blogger for Axl is not something which comes very naturally to me. It looked like fun though, so how could I refuse?
It was only on my journey back to leamington that I thought of something that might half-way approach a blog-worthy topic.
Its slightly sad to say now that leamington is more than just the train stop before coventry, where all the beautiful women in the world hang out, it would seem. (not leamington though, oh no, that would make life FAR too pleasurable.)
to illustrate, here is coventry's effort:
and an artist's impression of the view from the train in leamington:
I should probably stop here, though, cus blake's mum grew up in leamington and she's not like that. oh no.
But the really strange thing is, as the train stopped, i felt like i was coming home FROM oxford, instead of going away from oxford to study again. i have no great love for leamington at all (as illustrated by the drawings above), whereas i have lived in oxford for 20 years and it is an amazing place. it seems so strange that it has wedged itself in there in such a short amount of time. does the town you grow up in ever stop being your home, or can it change, or what? does this sound like the end to an episode of sex and the city?
what a shit blog, but i did it, and it was my first one, so there. plus i had pictures, didn't i?
Written and e-mailed to the potato farm by Cotty. All rights reserved. Cotty is the guitarist for the band The Walk Off. Check them out here http://www.myspace.com/walkoff because they're fucking awesome. Cotty may think his blog is shit, but we like it.