The only reason why I'm writing this post now is so I've published something in the month of March, and I don't look back in a few years' time and feel disappointed at my blogless month. And all the weeks I didn't blog before that: they were blog hols too. I've been a busy boy, so I'm going declare this past month a blogging holiday. An unbloggy Fat Roland is a sad Fat Roland.īut I'm not sad this month. I've been doing it most of my adult life, so even if I'm just being silly about Ed Sheeran or MC Hammer or whatever, it definitely feels like some kind of foundation stone. You won't believe what my trousers just said to the postman. 17 interesting things I found in my toilet. Fat Roland blogs: what happened next will amaze you. I should come up with a click-bait title. I genuinely don't know where this blog post is going. I'm sat on my sofa with a half-eaten pack of Fruit Pastilles and my washing machine chugging away in the background. But like an over-worn pair of underpants, they slowly sagged at the seams and fell to the ankles of lost memories. So many great ideas that if I listed them now, you would cry well into the night. Of course, I started the month with good intentions. Blogging is yesterday's news, like reel-to-reel tape recorders, castles and the Bubonic plague. Enjoy.įurther Fats: There goes the hear: Manchester has enough gigs (2011)įurther Fats: The cowardly Arena attack won't stop Manchester buzzing (2017) This is Are You Okay by Mason Bee, who is not a bee but is also very much a bee. I'll leave you with one of my favourite bees. I imagine tannoy announcements calling people "busy bees" while everyone works in hexagonal hive pods. But I like the idea of students getting bee-indoctrinated. It doesn't quite work because the lines are too thin, and are lost amid the brickwork. This vague bee blather was inspired by this bee design on Manchester Metropolitan University's student union building. And Glasgow has a man screaming into a drain. Birmingham is just a pile of spaghetti to represent its road system. Even today, if you squeeze a Mancunian, a little bit of honey comes out. It reminds us of the mill workers in the olden days who used to dress in stripes and suck on flowers.
Cute, if impractical for international trade. They made a coat of arms with bees buzzing around the globe. The Victorians invented this when their graphic design department was trying to come up with something to represent Manchester's industrial ambitions. What Manchester might not be as famous for is the apiarian emblem of the worker bee. This means I was born in Manchester, which famously invented Vimto, the computer, and mouthy lead singers who say "sun-sheeiiine" instead of "sunshine".
What if she had never moved to Freeridge? What if Oscar hadn’t come to her rescue when the Prophet$ rolled up on her? What if Geny hadn’t closed the door and Oscar hadn’t had to rescue her then too? What if she hadn’t snuck out on her birthday? What if Trey hadn’t interrupted them at the hospital? What if she hadn’t fallen in love with someone who seemed intent on not loving her back?Īfter tracking down the father she never had the chance to know, Mariana Martinez runs away to Freeridge in hopes of a fresh start, but what she finds is more than she ever could've imagined.I am, it has been rumoured, a Mancunian.
She was back where she started, with a head full of what-ifs. until the end of season 3 when it becomes.Oscar "Spooky" Diaz/Original Female Character(s).Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con.