Hail and Well Met from Lord Wathen Himself

 

Greetings, peasants—er, I mean, fellow citizens of the internet.

This is the inaugural post of Lord Wathen, a blog named after a totally legitimate and not-at-all-questionable nobility title that I now possess. That’s right. I'm officially a Lord. Not in the "runs-a-castle-and-has-a-coat-of-arms" way, but more in the "owns two square feet of soggy grass somewhere in Scotland and got a certificate in the mail" kind of way.

It all started when a friend of mine (who clearly has a twisted sense of humor as much as me) bought me one of those novelty Scottish land ownership kits. You know the ones—plant a tree, save a plot, and technically gain a title. According to the very official parchment, I now own a glorious slice of the Highlands roughly the size of a bath mat -- well, maybe a tad smaller.

And thus, Lord Wathen was born.

So what will this blog be about? That remains to be seen. Ramblings. Observations. Gripes. Probably some light sarcasm, a touch of wit, and the occasional existential crisis.

But for now, consider this a royal wave to the world.  I've been practicing.

Stay humble. Or don’t. You’re reading the words of nobility now.

Cheers,
Lord Wathen
Sovereign of Two Square Feet and a Tree Somewhere in Scotland

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