age: 34 (Sep 05, 1978)
MEMBER SINCE: September 2004
occupation: Media Whore
most humbling moment: getting my tongue stuck to a frozen (insert humourous metalobject or small dead animal here)
makes me sad: history...
crush: currently:a girl who hands out audio tour guides in the national gallery
body mods: I once stood on a nail...but i guess that doesn't count
i lost my virginity: in a crooked poker game.
into: middleton rare wiskey, old pc adventure games(sad), preston sturges, tea, italian movies, zombies,cartoons yipeee(serious gen x wanabee thing going on here)
gets me hot: louise brooks...(£5 for anyone who knows who she is), wiemer germany type decadence...dark depressed emo girls.
makes me happy: music that rocks me in a powerfull mystical way, clever witty bastards who drink with me, hurling (not the american kind)
stats: english - 75% math 35%
The outlook is clear and bright but i sense it may be time for a tunderstorm...
Anyway on more serious considerations. Yeaterday was St Patricks Day, witnessing it for the first time in the UK was strange and slightly alienating...(really, i'm kinda used to the mundane paddy wackerry back home). Going to the pub to meet some friends i kept bumping into people wearing giant inflatable guiness headwear speaking in cockney accents. All very cool and everything but it kinda bugs me that my identity has been completley overwhelmed by a piss poor alcoholic beverage (give me a pint of murphys anyday!)
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leira