So, this is (hopefully) a recurring blog entry I'm going to call "Telling Tales". In it, I'll do one a month (heh, we'll see about that) that tells a (true) story (long or short, good or bad) from Andy's past. They may get a little personal, they may not, so feel free to read or not, as the case may be. The world is but my oyster... now, what to write about?

The Meat Cleaver. That sounds like a good place to start... and several can verify this story. In my second year of university, I used to do some... how shall we say... "not so legal things" (and that's as far as I'll go in this blog posting - there's a whole other website I could dedicate to that). Anyway (just brushing it aside, as I hope you, dear reader, will as well), during this time I looked strikingly different to the man you may know today. Sure, I was just as good looking (hah!), but I had considerably more hair (95% of it black, with one bleached strip in the front that I would dye a different colour when the mood took me), was thinner, wore motorcycle boots (that gave me an additional couple of inches of height) and wore a lot of black, surrounded by a black trenchcoat (and this was BEFORE The Matrix. Come to think of it, I may be Neo... actually, that was more likely Bren). Anyway, in my troubled teenage quest to instil fear in the hearts of men, I one day happened across a meat cleaver. When living at Monash Uni (on campus), I shared a floor (and kitchen) with a lot of asian students, who had the coolest cooking utensils (this being one of them). It was a single piece of stainless steel (including the handle), and just felt really comfortable to hold. Thus I "acquired" it. First it was just a prize in my bedroom, its blade sunk partly into my wooden wardrobe. But then I realised that it fit almost perfectly into my inside breast pocket of the trenchcoat, and well, it was too hard NOT to carry it around after that discovery, right? Soon after this opportunity to carry it around was discovered (and acted upon), it was "re-acquired" by someone out of my room. To this day, I still harbour suspicions that it was either Hairnet or Skogg. admittedly, it was probably for the best that it left my possesion, but damn that was one cool toy. Anyway, fear not dear reader, Andy is NOT a psychopath (but then again, you are taking the word of Andy on this one...)

Tale told :)