I just looked through my profile pictures and I look like a joyless, sourface grumpapotamous. I swear, I do actually smile. Really.

I say all the usual things here, like;

'I have a hedonistic streak' So do you, so does everyone. Hopefully you do, anyway.

and

'Music is really important to me.' How original.

or

'I'm a bit of a geek' - This one's relatively new, but it's neat because it makes you seem self-effacing and non-threatening while at the same time implying that you're really intelligent.

I'm also just possibly a tiny bit too anal...

I do a lot of things. It's all part of a big plan, which will come to fruition in the very near future.

However, I'm only going to answer this question as though it were asking - 'what do you do for cash, and what do you actually like doing':

Job: Graphic design technician.
Not job: Playing music. Band and orchestra.

Further details on request.

Poking about. Rifling. Having a look. Wondering aloud. Overcoming nervousness. Identifying problems. Causing problems.

Arty vagueness not good enough for you? Fine:

Achieving feedback (read: 'playing' guitar - although I have had an amount of classical training I don't use it), electronics (a lot of my equipment is old and prone to breaking), getting parking tickets, Adobe CS (although I wish I could empty the space in my brain I've used over the last 10 years to fill it with that crap), general shit fixing.

I like to think I resemble an ex-Open-University-professor-turned-woodsman, but being very tall, having long blonde hair and a beard earns me a lot of attention from complete strangers. I'm fine with this (even though I'm not an only child), and the conversation usually goes one of three ways:

i) People tell me I look like I'm in a band. This one always surprises me because I didn't think I fit the current typical band member criteria, oh well. Apparently I do.

ii) People tell me that I look like a Viking, as though they're the first person to say this to me; when I inform them that I actually am a Viking, they either look really pleased with themselves or really disappointed for some reason.

iii) Stupid people tell me I look like Jesus. And again, when I inform them that I actually am Jesus... etc... etc...

Recently read; Palestine, Our Band Could Be Your Life (full of inaccuracies), Jimmy Corrigan - Smartest Kid on Earth, Consciousness Explained, Grid Systems In Graphic Design, Maeda @ Media, Unweaving the Rainbow, 1984 (for the first time sice I was 16), Metamorphosis.

Don't watch a great deal of movies. Some that have stayed with me nonetheless are; Vanishing Point (in my dreams I exist as a character in this movie), Jesus' Son, Akira, Love Liza, Supervan, Easy Rider, Koyaniskatsi, Trinity & Beyond. Special mention has to go to pseudo-science farce of the millennium 'What The Bleep Do We Know' for being so astonishingly bad and profoundly stupid.

Music;

http://www.last.fm/user/BarryLegg1

The Jesus Lizard, Shellac, Sunn O))), Hot Snakes, old Nuggets comps, Swans, Richard Hell, Songs:Ohia, (Smog), Neil Young, Will Oldham (in all his various forms), Danielson Famile, Obits, Monorchid, Magnolia Electric Co., Sleater-Kinney, Young Widows, Fugazi, Drive Like Jehu, Philip Glass, Arvo Pärt, Max Richter, The Sonics, The Monks, Dinosaur Jr.
Not much good music coming out of London. Has to be said, people. Raise the goddamn bar.

Food; Mexican. On paper this is the best food there is. I think however, I am yet to experience it in it's purest form.

Oh, and hanger steak. I won't go into the gory specifics of what it is here. Ask me for details.

An anecdotal response:

I read an old account of a Native American who was introduced to modern America, to experience all the technological advancements that had been made. Afterwards, he was asked; 'what - of all our inventions such as the telephone, radio, electric lightbulbs - would you find most useful?'

'Superglue and string' was his reply.

More sage advice from I don't remember where: 'if it doesn't move when it should - use WD40. If it does move when it shouldn't - use gaffer tape.'

So I guess; superglue, string, WD40, gaffer tape, and two other items when I find some old-time-fatherly-wisdom-story about them that makes me seem manly and knowledgeable. Whatever they may be.

Music. Specifically my involvement with it.

How much I need to spend on getting everything fixed.

How I can get away with exposing 7 screens to make one poster.

Watching a terrible band from London. Trying to think positive. Or, predictably, some other alcohol-centric social activity.

I'm beginning to doubt the voracity of using alcohol as the central point for every single social or leisure activity I experience.

To admit this as a middle-class English male is almost akin to apostasy.

I'm beginning to think my generation was sold a dud on this one.

You know how and where to hang out. Harder than it sounds.

Also, if you find the following joke funny, you must message me:

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Margaret.

Margaret who?

Margaret Thatcher.