Arts and creativity is where I'm happiest. I played guitar for many years in a few bands and now write music with drum machines, synths and samplers. I've also started playing guitar again - but I'll only play Bright Eyes or Brand New songs. NOTHING else. If you ask me to play Wonderwall, the date will be terminated immediately. I can teach you to play guitar. You'll be a rock God in three weeks maximum, or I give you your dignity back. I did Creative Writing at University and absolutely loved it. While everyone else was writing dissertations on complex and serious subjects, I was writing a sitcom about a band of 50-year-old rockers.

I'm a positive and outgoing person. I can (and will) strike up a conversation with anyone about anything.
Currently I'm really into meeting people and opening with hypothetical questions. Here is one:

You receive two emails in the same day from Monster.co.uk. The first - a job, 20,000 leagues under the sea. The underground base has a pool table, 1980s vintage arcade hall, bowling alley and an IMAX cinema. The company, however, has a limited to non-existent budget. The second --a job on the moon, is close to where the American flag is planted. You are allowed to urinate on this if you so choose. Aside from this minor perk, it is a barren featureless wasteland. You have one co-worker, Boris. He takes life too seriously. You do, however, have a billion dollar benefactor with a propensity to whimsy. Both jobs have similar pay rates and limited Wi-Fi connection. There is no job interview. The first job you apply for will employ you. Which job do you take?

Lying in the gutter, vomiting. Stumbling around naked.

Writing about nonsense hyptotheticals at:

alphabetfunk.wordpress.com

And making hypothetically nonsense music at:

www.soundcloud.com/rabo_k

Making graphs that depict my love of cheese over time.

I just had a television grafted into my stomach. It's not as cute and painless as the Tellytubbies like to make out.

Like:
Festivals, cheesecake, the zoo, Frank Zappa, reading, watching The Wire, unicorns, cooking meat pies, crooning, cheese, non-fiction, Kurt Vonnegut, poker, stand-up comedy, Charlie Brooker, dancing, maths, Arrested Development, winning at monopoly, chocolate milk, cats, Stewart Lee, funk, parties on boats, Rubix cube, top hats, Aphex Twin, go karts, dubstep with the dub still in it, swimming.

Dislikes:
brocolli and geckos.

- Musical instruments.
- Books.
- Purpose.
- Surprises.
- Friends.
- Laughter

Hypotheticals. Here is one.

You fall victim to a accident in the trash compactor area in the rear of the supermarket you work for. Your writing arm has not only been severed, but completely obliterated into tiny, unsalvageable shards of crushed bone, mangled flesh and dead nerves. You are, however, in a stroke of luck, working at the same time that an esteemed, talented and nationally renowned surgeon is performing his/her weekly shop. If able to start the procedure immediately, he will be able to successfully graft any item from this mid sized supermarket - it has a deli and meat counter - into the abscess where once you had a limb. The company will reimburse you for the money of the item at the end of the month's paycheque. What item do you choose?

Trying to find a skip to live in and praying it's of the R Collard brand. That's a good honest skip. Sometimes you'll find pillows or a half eaten cheese burger in there.

God knows...

You have a hypothetical question that needs answering.
You think I'm cute (actually, don't: First sign of insanity)
You think we can sit down and laugh about nonsense.