Evening peeps or as the aussies would say whether it's morning, afternoon or the bloody evening....g-day. Anyhow as i promised (i can see you all trembling with anticipation, and maybe some are weeing themselves just a little with the excitement) the start and progression of the life and times of Matthew James Casson.
Born to an Irish mother aka somtimes crazy irish lady, or to her friends Lena and an English father called Terrence or Terry will do on the 30th September 1977. One of five children (see the irish part) i was as i like to call it the weekend win at the bingo, lets just say i dont believe i was planned, or as a heartless person would say the mistake!!! Anyway mistake or not i was here and i was the anchor child of the Casson brood, the last leg of the relay, the....well you get the point. Growing up in a 3 bedroom house in a town called Mill Hill in North West london with my brother David my sister Cindy my Mum and Dad of course(is was not a foster home) and maybe my eldest sister Tracey (i cant remember if she was there in the early days, i was kind of like a baby). What would transpire in that house and in my life would be the stuff of legends, well maybe not that good but if if dont make it sound interesting you wont carry on bloody reading (for those with a holier than thou composition there may be a lot of swearing in future blogs, because i do tend to swear alot of my family tend to swear, my friends swear, i think you get the point there could be alot of swearing, well i will tweal words slightly or the wife will tell me out. Anyway the story begins tomorrow.....childhood memories here we come........
Thats all for now
Night night amigo's off to play PES 2009 on the wii, available at all good stockists. :0