The End of the World

Sitting here under a roof (fortunately) under the joyless January sky it seems timely to resurrect the blog version of The Isolationist. The rain is falling, my mood darkening, all of the portents are bad. What better time to start something new (old, new, old).

I don't know what I'll write about; maybe food, film, politics, running, climbing, bristol, life, shit that it is. But it'll be euro-centric, not american. Mostly this relates to food though, in food there will be no talk of cups, what a stupid fucking idea cups as a measure is. But who'd not talk about America and politics this year? Eh?

To start the ball rolling, over the next few days I'll be publishing my journal from when I went to Europe last spring after I broke up with my girlfriend. How exciting, how wrist-openingly exciting, I bet you can't wait for the red water to come.

Welcome to The Isolationist's world, it's pretty bleak.