Cabin Fever

So this is my first post, and I mean ever. I've never read a blog and certainly never "squired" on one, and I only yesterday found out why a Blog is called a Blog. But as the title of this post indicates, I am now living the self imposed prison lifestyle, getting edgy, and feeling the walls close in. I mean, when Celsius meets Fahrenheit on the old thermometer for a week straight, you can hardly blame a man for letting himself slide. Eight slices of pizza, greasy hair, beer bellies, bloody ping pong balls and sweatpants should all adorn the coat of arms here at the Estate. I can honestly say that a man cannot call himself a man until has contributed to the should-be-world-record of killing 60 odd hamburger buns in 3 days. If Cabin Fever is the disease, then perhaps Blogging is the antidote, and as long as this antidote doesn't taste like Banana and doesn't need refrigeration, I'll give it a try. 

In conclusion, my advisors have told me to notify the worldwide web that this is my Coup-de-Blog. If the garbage I put into my body is only half as good as the garbage I plan to spew on this page we'll all be in for a treat. This blog is now mine, you've all been annexed into County Argyll. Deal with it. 

Duke Out.