Where do I start?
I know, we'll do it chronologically.
Or something.
Sorry if this all goes arse-over-tit.
So.....
Born 1980. August 29th 1980, to be precise. In a hospital.
In Wembley. Not literally in the stadium. That would just be freaky.
Oh, and David Bowie was at no. 1 when I was born.
And because the next 18-odd years are very boring/have been documented
in the photos before, we'll take an amazing leap forward to 1999. Or
even 2000.
I live in Milton Keynes now. Have done for the last 14 years or so.
Don't believe rumours;
it's not that bad. Honest.
I'm a student. Hang on, you already know this given that the only people
who're going to be looking at this page are people from school.
Told you it would go arse-over-tit.
Anyway, I do Linguistics at Manchester University. In which you learn
about people with funny accents. Or pretend to, at least.
Despite not being able to speak "pwoperly". Allegedly.
And I drink lager. Of any description / % alcohol. Probably too much.
Incidentally, I think I should have done some deep subject like Philosophy
or
Sociology, so I would have had a perfect reason to spout bullshit.
Or maybe
Politics. But that would involve too much arguing.
What I have been mostly listening to this week/decade (delete as applicable) for inspiration and rejuvenation:
The Doors "Best Of The Doors", The Beatles "Abbey Road", Asian Dub Foundation "Community Music" and...er... Daphne & Celeste "We Didn't Say That"
If you've never heard "Come Together", you should've done, you uncultured swines.
My quote for today:
'First they came for the Jews and I did not speak out because I was
not a
Jew. Then they came for the communists and I did not speak out -
because I
was not a communist. Then they came for the trade Unionists - and
I did not
speak out - because I was not a trade unionist. Then they came for
me - and
there was no one left to speak out for me ' Pastor Niemoeller,
victim of the
Nazis.
Does the world exist?
Are we all figments of some warped and twisted omnipresent being's imagination?
Discuss.
(Answers on a postcard)

This page was designed by the great omnipresent being
in the sky who watches over all of you wieners, biding his time till he
annihilates you all.
Oh, and it's (C) and everything. Or else you'll get nuked
by an errant Russian missile which'll go off thanks to the Millenium bug,
although surprisingly it didn't.
All right then, a grand piano will descend on you from
the top of a tower block. How's about that, then?
And another quote for you...
"There is no alternative" Margaret Thatcher.