1. I live near Bradford, but spend 3 days a week (and occasional weekends) in London. I'm often looking for interesting people to spend my evenings with dahn sarf.
2. I'm married and polyamorous. My wife and family are Oopp North, whilst Dahn Sarf I have a rather wonderful partner.
4. I love tinkering with things.
5. I love playing board games (there are SO many that are infinitely more interesting than Monopoly)
6. I'm a Grammar Nazi.
7. I work in IT.
9. I use semi-colons far too often.
10. I like marmite, waterfalls, goose-down duvets, crisp winter mornings, good beer, serendipity, Black Books, black pudding, the wind in my hair, life, people who don't fear ignorance, making people laugh and lots of other things.
The unpotted summary
I've been with lushbabycakes for 21 years; ours is an open marriage.
I need more love than any one person could give. But by the same token, I have so very much more love than one person could take. I have been sharing a lot of that love with someone very special in London since mid-August.
I believe that a good friendship, a healthy dose of respect and a degree of love (in one of its many, many forms) are all an essential basis for any "relationship"; I find totally loveless sex unfulfilling.
My ideal job would be entitled "mad inventor". Unfortunately I've not found anyone gullible enough to pay me to do it. Yet.
You know that sequence in Robots where they use the "transit system" which rolls/bounces/catapults them across the city? Somewhere, someone has been paid to come up with that. I want their job. In fact, I want someone to pay me a gazillion quid to make it for real. Possibly in Lego.
Despite having worked in IT since the late eighties, I'm not a stereotypical computer-nerd. I'm fairly adept with the written word (I can use words like "adept", see?), and seem to have an ability to relate techie-stuff to muggles without their minds going sleepies.
I actively encourage Jehova's Witnesses and other wandering proselytisers to talk to me at the doorstep, as I like the challenge of trying to get them to think about what they're preaching instead of following it unquestioningly.
It sometimes works, too, although mostly they just run away or hit me with random Biblical quotes.
Or random Bibles.
I've seen - and even touched - parts of David Essex that would make many a lady-of-a-certain-age swoon.
My cousin is Wreckless Eric. Extra kudos if you know who he is.
Another cousin's daughter is someone who's somewhat more famous, but you'd have to ask me in person about her.
Updated 20th September 2013