I would describe myself as inspirational, a maverick and a leader of men, however my friends would describe me as an ego-maniac, a sociopath and a sex-worker.
I see a lot of people describing themselves as 'sapiosexual' on here. I would too if I didn't think it would make me sound like a massive prick.
I've never liked Oasis, except for one shameful month in the summer of 1995.
My life consists of energetic bouts of sociability followed by periods of reclusion as I come to terms with the broad dysfunction of the human race. I feel a certain, inexplicable pride watching our great species marching bravely/blindly towards self-annihilation.
I'm drawn to people with an open and hippyish attitude to life, but then usually turn and flee before being asphyxiated by their complete lack of irony.
My proudest achievement: I won the high school pottery prize two years in a row (1992, 1993). I made an ashtray and a wonky vase.
I am a feminist. This is the only statement here that isn't designed to make you laugh but ironically it might be the only one that actually manages it.
Disclaimer: I'm something of a nomad. (i.e. probs not ideal marriage material just yet). I spend time primarily in London with maybe 2-4 months a year in other assorted locations. Just concluded a 6 month period in the wilds of Cornwall where I went to read big books, build small fires and self-flagellate modestly. All I learnt in that time was that clever people can convince themselves of almost anything when they put their mind to it, and that I must not be that clever because I remain unconvinced about pretty much everything.