An Introduction to Pretentious Pointless Posting

Good evening, or guten abend rather, just to keep up with my current activity of attempting to learn German. As the headline perhaps suggests, you may detect a certain cynicism on my part towards the 'uber cool' (can't be bothered to find an umlaut and yes, I use this particularly cringeworthy phrasology to be deliberately annoying) 'art' of blogging. With so many ways to manipulate the various crass tools of self-representation, why am I attempting to kid myself that someone out there actually gives a toss about what I have to write? Well, someone might. Moving on swiftly, this is my rather poorly constructed and typically inane introduction to myself. As you may have also noted, I am attempting to teach myself German. Why? Warum? Unlike many of my fellow illustrious natives, I'm rather fond of the Germans and their way of life. I suppose I am inclined to say this given that I have relatives who have lived a large part of their lives there or had the good grace and fortune to be born there. Alas, until this illusory pipe-dream of bratwurst and Kinder Eggs materialises, I am stuck in 'ol blighty. Rather, I am stuck in a potentially disastrous (always effective to be overly dramatic?) limbo between my current fair town of Gerrards Cross in South Buckinghamshire (England) and my intended next destination which is Bournemouth. Why Bournemouth? So many questions, so much blog space. About a month ago I found myself having recently graduated and comfortably bobbing along working at the local cinema. So a friend kindly suggested the Bournemouth option and thus I not so grudgingly accepted that it was indeed a well thought life-changing decision. Well, maybe not quite. But Bournemouth is where I shall flock and flock I will until I can unlock a 2p machine at the arcade, armed only with a tiny coat hanger. Now that's valuable life experience.