or, how conner got a skele-tan

I went to the 35th Annual Mount Franklin Pagan Gathering, in Victoria, Australia, the oldest gathering of its kind in the world (oddly enough).

so not that anyone’s going to read this, but this marks the start of my disappearance to another continent

for reference of anyone uninvolved: i’m an exceedingly skinny, pale, thin, socially awkward and homosexual twenty-five year old male with no fashion sense and a one-way plane ticket to australia

today’s the day of the EU referendum and i’m leaving the country, which is pretty funny to me (and fits, my parents voted “yes” to a scottish parliament, the day before we moved to england), probably for a year and maybe even two.

i’m all packed, and my bus from rural england into york is in 2 hours 15 mins. from there, i’ll take a train to manchester airport, and from there fly to paris. paris to guangzhou, and from there to melbourne.