I suppose I should apologise for the lack of pictures of me without my shirt on or of my car (or combinations thereof), but I'm not that much of a w*****.

Some quick facts about me;

1. I have what has been described as "odd" handwriting;
2. I own two guitars and a bass;
3. I was once a badminton champion;
4. I've never owned nor worn a leather jacket;
5. I can't fall asleep whilst laying on my back;
6. I was once beaten in an end of lawn bowls by an eighty year old blind man.
7. I still buy CDs.
8. I am a member of a trivia team called Those Bastards. Because we are that damned good.

Also, I have dimples. Seriously.

Working on how to be immortal.

Also shopping around a novel. So if you know a publisher you can bribe...

Sending inappropriate texts. And lots of them.

It used to be the knife I was holding, but I've been told by the courts to stop mugging people.

Grindcore, industrial, the more obscure depths of metal, Lord of the Rings and associated Tolkien nerdery, sci fi, Lovecraft, lamb, B grade movies featuring preposterously giant animals, British comedy like Spaced or Peep Show, Star Wars, Futurama, ice cream, stuff by Charles Stross, cherries, Doctor Who, cheese, slipstream and new weird and steampunk and fantasy writing that doesn't involve young people with special destinies going on quests.

My phone, computers, my fountain pen, music, sarcasm, the ability to count to six...

How prepending "post" onto a genre, be it music, literature or film, is just freaking lazy. Or the Fermi Paradox.

Stalking the streets looking for ice cream.

When I type passwords I deliberately think the wrong characters in case someone is listening...

you think movies in 3D are a waste of time, amongst other things.