It's Life Jim...But Not As We Know It.

I am well known in the world, or at least in my own little section of it, as a rather mild-mannered chap with not-so-mild-mannered tendencies. It is a fact. That is who I am. I cannot, despite a multitude of unsuccessful attempts, break away from this reputation. I epitomise the sort of young man who is adored by peoples' mothers. It is a curse I admit...a terrible curse. Yet over the past eight months I have settled into a comfortable niche in the universe, satisfied with this shirt-and-jumper, corduroy-jacket-wearing, floppy-haired, tea-drinking, Bach-and-Books image. This quintessentially British chap is soon to move to a residence in Edinburgh.

Good times.

But this involves re-settling. A necessary task at which I am not particularly skilled. Waiting for me in "our nation's capital" is a five person flat. Four new people...Four new people who have never been exposed to the raw force of tweed-clad nature that is Jamie Lamb. And so I am riddled with doubts, plagued by anticipation of a potential social disaster.

In a situation such as this one has the opportunity to reinvent one's self. Should one? Is it right to knowingly lacerate every square inch of personal and emotional development you have ever undergone for the sake of carving out a shiny new reputation? It is a delicate conundrum to be certain.

Personally I intend to rely on my own flawless social conduct to settle in. Surely that will work.

Is it possibly a bad omen then that I live surrounded by towers of stacked books and CDs...with a cup of tea, an iPod and a Blog?