Good evening.

So. This is it. You're probably wondering why I've gathered you all here today...

Well, here we go motherlovers - welcome to UnculturedTrout.co.uk; emergency exits can be found in the rear left of the carriage. 

I'm going to get this party started with a bang, with a slightly unconventional and very possibly fatal move:  I'm not going to begin with an introduction, either to myself or to the website. Instead I'm going to introduce you to Holly, my worst enemy good friend and co-author. This might result in me getting kicked in the balls, or worse - publicly humiliated on my own blog when she does her version - but sod it. As a wise man* once said "#Yolo".

Here we go.


*No wise man ever said this

A wild Holly in its native habitat.

Meet Holly.

Holly is a recent graduate [as of about a week ago] of Spanish, which she speaks a lot better than this picture might imply. You could argue that her Spanish is better than her English, being from Manchester and all.

Holly has a wide range of interests, including eating, sleeping, K-Pop Wednesdays, drinking cider, Cards Against Humanity, writing about vaginas, reading about vaginas, and complaining about how her entire degree has ended up being about vaginas. We met thanks to a shared love of grammar, llamas, and tormenting Becca.

She is also one of the funniest people I've ever met, with a beautiful writing style, so if her next post isn't poetic comedy gold she's fired.

Right, now that THOSE shots are fired, let the games begin.

Stay tuned for updates everybody.

-Ryan