And so it begins...

A new month,
A new living situation,
A new pair of glasses,
A renewed sense of pride.

My name is Matt, and this is my blog.

I entered October in relative style. Awake at 2am in a lovely hotel in Newquay.
I'd just visited some long lost friends in their beautiful little seaside town.
We had a few drinks, shared some laughs and generally reaffirmed that friendship that had been neglected for so long.
My travelling partner for this weekend was Charlotte. A beautiful and intelligent blonde who has the ability to take me on a rollercoaster ride through every emotion known to mortal man. It was she who lay awake with me at 2am. She who controlled the conversation regarding her current novel, a subject of which I was genuinely interested.
Now I'm aware that Charlotte will be reading this blog...she'll probably be my most frequent critic, yet I feel it necessary to explain to those who've not met her, and I feel it necessary to vocalise as such, my feelings for this woman. Charlotte is so clever and quick that it makes me feel alive talking and simply listening to her. She has the ability to entice you into her mind with strange-but-true stories, she can stimulate your thought process, she will leave you feeling invigorated, never exhausted even though your brain is working at it's highest potential.
Charlotte's novel really created a spark within me. When it comes to literature, I'm easily pleased with a book that contains violence, sex, power, and wealth. Charlotte's work focuses on none of these money spinners, she relies on the reader wanting to be emotionally involved with the character throughout the course of his/her life. She forces you to care for their actions and attitudes. She makes you hate them, she makes you love them, but one thing remains constant, and that's the fact that you'll always care for the character. This isn't a new concept to me, sure enough I don't read many books and those that I do read often don't tackle social, religious and moral issues, yet I am aware that a good psychological incite can be entertaining. This certainly lives up to that premise, and it is with great surprise that I can have such respect for this work without having read a single chapter...I just know that it will work on page as it does from her lips.

Well that was a tangent. This is the start of my blog and I'm already focusing on somebody else rather than myself! She has that power!

I guess the reason for the detour is due to general feeling of well-being. A feeling that can be attributed to many factors, but the one that really stands out above the rest is Charlotte...enough of that for now!

This month marks the biggest changes in my life and those around me.
I have recently parted from my last girlfriend, Pamela. Although we have been living together for months since the break, she will be leaving our current house next week. I was all set to go back to my parents, which would have required more than 4hrs on the train every day to get to and from work! Then Charlotte entered my otherwise dull life, and suggested I move in with her...as her lodger. Well, I've accepted her generous offer, and it is just a matter of days before I will be calling her house, my home. It will be a strange situation, living with someone you love (there, I said it!) but knowing that the feeling is not quite reciprocated. I'm looking forward to sharing with Charlotte for many reasons, the least of which are quite selfish, the other reasons are far more interesting!
So certainly as of next week, I will be waking from and returning to her house that also shelters young Rupert and the not so young Ruby, two adorable house rabbits.

So the renewed sense of pride?

Well I can only refer the reader to the BBC News website, or any other news feed for that matter that deals with current and international affairs of the highest magnitude. No doubt you'll see a story that is watched the world over. A story so popular and seemingly understood by all those with a mind for current events that it would be hard to believe that I, Matthew Stephens, son of a policeman, ex-Royal Air Force serviceman, moderate standard badminton and squash player, follower of the San Francisco 49ers...could be involved with such a story, a piece of history. I was but a boy when this issue first entered the public domain, when the world mourned, and the rumours spread. I remember where I was and who surrounded me the morning of the breaking news. And now I am part of that history, not as a casual observer, but as someone who can portray those facts from a decade ago. I feel proud to be involved in something so big, and yet my name will never be spoken in wider circles, for although my work will not go unnoticed, my name will remain the property of a nobody.

It seems a shame to end this first post.
I doubt that the content of this premier edition will influence my future rants, it merely sets the scene for me, it summarises these last few weeks in the world of me. A passage of time that has been profoundly deep and almost spiritual, a fortnight that will shape my future dramatically, although it seems all so trivial right now.