Mainly civilised Artsy-bookish writer chap somehow lodged in new media thing, interested in what you have to say and how you feel, looking for an ally and partner to steal horses with. That's a metaphor. Obviously, horse crime would be awful. I can keep up one end of a conversation, but two seems excessive. Housetrained, and I leave the seat down. I could say that you smoking wouldn't be a longterm problem but that would, deep down, be a fib. I offer both Tea & Sympathy and, if your co-workers or family provoke you sufficiently, Coffee And Frowning. Let's get out and do stuff, and occasionally just stay home and hide.

In retrospect, this will all seem like a Plan.

I don't have "A Type". Who you are is vastly more important that what you do or where you're from. Rational self-confidence beats attitude, and character beats looks. I admire people who are good at being themselves and aspire to enjoy their lives without being self-centred. I value kindness very highly. You don't have to be bookish or artsy or expensively educated, but it'll help a lot if you're curious: interested people always seem to be more interesting.

I brush up well, am slightly handy, and lightly musical. I'm at least a bit interested in nearly everything. Um, except celebrity culture; I'm perfectly capable of walking into WHSmith's and not recognising anyone on the covers of the magazines who isn't a politician or musician or sportsperson. I don't look that much like my photos in real life, but they are at least all actually of me. I am roughly human-shaped, and theoretically likable.

I dress without provoking public outrage, but if fashionable appearance really matters to you, I am no great clothes horse. I'm looking for someone fun and smart and sane and sexy with whom to share coffee, books, movies, plays, concerts, bed and my life. Have you any opinions or curiosities about the above? Then apply within...

Learning stuff, trying to be nicer and of more use, and occasionally misbehaving in an outrageous, unabashed and cheery fashion, hopefully in excellent company.

I seem to be able to make people laugh if I have anything in common with them. Also, I am entirely unshockable. I mean I'm as startle-able as the next chap, fling something at me suddenly and I'll flinch, shrieking (but in a manly way, you understand). But judging people for what they are or do, or were, or have done, not so much. Now that sounds like I have an enormously mysterious and shameful past. Not yet, but I'm working on it.

I talk softly and don't carry any sort of stick. Also, no one can work out what colour my eyes are.

Right now off the top of my head? Anna Karenina, Singin' In The Rain, Sherlock, Kirsty McColl and an even halfway decent Beef Rendang.

Friends, books, films, mobile internet-capable phone-thing, a certain smile, decent coffee.

I spend a lot of time thinking abouuut... well, thinking, and thinking about writing, and not enough time writing. However, I also learned to leaven that with more time actually getting stuff done.

snug at home, with a book, or at friends', not with a book. Either way, I try to perform all my most disgraceful in-town acts earlier in the week so as to avoid the crowds.

Private? On a public internet site? Oh bless your quaint notions. Ask and I'll tell you.

you think you're worth the wait.