age: 24 (May 02, 1988)
MEMBER SINCE: June 2009
occupation: Trying to find one an occupation
stats: Height: 6' 6 Weight: 10.5 stone
into: Music Films Sound Design
heroes: Whoever has managed to succeed at what they want to do. The Doctor
most humbling moment: Whenever I have a dawning realisation that sitting on my arse isn't going to get me anywhere.
sign: Taurus
body mods: Kingfisher tattoo on right hand side ribs
makes me happy: Saying things I know are inappropriate (but not meaning them). Listening to fantastic songs.
makes me sad: When people get upset the inappropriate things I say for a laugh. When things don't work out. Other people not having faith in themselves. When people get my name wrong in emails, even when I've written it to them.
crush: none at the moment! how sad is that
























ok to explain the above. You know that series Shipwrecked? Yes? Excellent. Well it's coming back for a new series. I thought fuck it, i'll apply, i've got nothing better to do. Now they've come back and invited me to an interview. On saturday. Fantastic! you say. Well wait. Because i'm 99% sure I CAN'T GET IT OFF WORK! fucking gutted. I'm going in early tomorrow to see if there's anyway round it so I can go. Now don't get me wrong I don't expect to get through the auditions, they're probably seeing hundreds, if not thousands of people. But I really want to give it a go. I'm not the sort of guy that normally applies for this kind of thing so this could quite possibly be the only time I do. I just want to give it a go but once again I'm thwarted from doing what I want to do. It's so fucking annoying. Incredibly annoying. I was so happy when I read the email then it quickly went downhill when i read the date. If my manager didn't take so many fucking holidays it would be ok.
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anyway end of rant.
for anyone who read my previous blog my arm is on the mend, the wrist is still bruised and hurts when i move it sometimes but its getting much better.