FONS ET ORIGO

Random-Tandem (See Pic below) speak candidly about the reason for this Blog:

'Twas a couple of weeks ago. Distraught, disgruntled (well, not exactly disgruntled, but very far away from being gruntled), dismayed, we sat at Barista's on Cunningham Road, pondering our future.

We were left high and dry. The play that we'd been rehearsing for, with "blood, tears, toil and sweat", had gone down a theatrical drain. The director was absconding, the venues had never heard of us. Chances of us carrying on with another production house were remote indeed, like the Moon, seen from Earth: eminently desirable, but ultimately, too far away.

And on what we did next, K (Random-Tandem Member No. 1) says:

After some brooding, and choice swear words discretely uttered, we decided that coffee, though efficacious as a stimulant, was nowhere as effective when it came to soothing troubled minds. Liquor was strongly suggested, mainly by a very loud voice inside my cranium, and so we got our posteriors off the chairs, and left.

Two minutes later, we came back, paid the bill to an extremely irate waiter, and left in search of a friendly neighbourhood House of Mirth.

At the House of Mirth, we imbibed. Royally. Just as the floating ceiling was beginning to curve into rather delicious patterns, and the air was filled with smoke, the smell of beer and a strong sense of what Herr Heidegger chose to call 'Angst', for reasons known best to him, an idea sprung into my mind. Why not, I thought, why not indeed? Why don't we choose a proper outlet for the venting of our frustrations? Why don't we blog? And of this thought, I informed my partner, who took time off from staring into his glass and his ogling at the nearby females to listen to me.

Of this idea, V (Random-Tandem Member No. 2) says:

It was at this rather low point that my overly verbose and locquacious friend suggested, in many many words, that we start off a blog. I was skeptical, and rightly so, because barely anyone understands us. So the idea of letting ourselves be vulnerable to criticisms from everyone who decides to read our "work" was "extremely scary" (to be out with it in polite terms). But he was persistent, and after seven beers and the enjoyment of the company of a couple of very attractive women (I'm not too sure about the attractiveness, the beers had taken their toll on me), the idea didn't sound too bad. Apprehensions dulled, I acquiesced.

In celebration, we drank. Again.

Then we split the bill, a little unevenly in my favour, but heck, what's a little extortion among friends?

So, with a lot of fanfare, mainly in our own heads, this has become our first ever post.

Welcome.