Monologue

So Issy, why are you starting this blog?

Hmm. I'm feeling a bit iffy these days. You know, it's the usual sort of thing... recently single, caught in the mid-twenties career crisis, constantly broke, living in a new city...

And you want to write about this general iffiness?

Yes, if it helps to make sense of it.

Why so sombre, Issy? You've got an alright-ish job in the media industry. Your new flat is cute. You've still got a fabulous tan from summer. And you're living in Cape Town now!

Thing is, even though I only moved to Cape Town a couple of months ago, I've always thought that it's a tricky city to make sense of. It's small enough to feel as if everyone is ridiculously too closely connected, yet large enough to lose oneself in. To top it off, I'm so good at mixing with different crowds, but I never quite fit in with anyone. What's that saying... jack of all trades, master of none...?

Oh, please don't tell me that you're going to write mopey slush.

Hell no. There's too much else I need to discuss... all the misadventures, miscommunications, experiments, incidents, liaisons and near-disasters... (and that's just what happened one night in Camps Bay).

Saucy stuff. You know Issy, blogging tends to be quite self-indulgent.

And I love indulgence.

Holy smokes, this blog is heating up already...

You bet.