The first problem here is do I know 100 character's, and armed with me dictionary will they make sense. So think of interests, well most things are interesting, but few that I've encountered have caused enough of a ,whatever tocause me to act interested in them. In answer to the usual question of why are you on a dating site, simply I don't know, 99% sure I'll never date someone, 100% sure I wouldn't date those that would have/tolerate me, so I,m herre to look at the tests etc. Not sure about the whole typing a short message thing that goes on, mostly the time is spent clearing up misunderstandings, and most would agree although better than translating a drunken slur with some repeative beat bursting your ears its not by much, so apoligies to those that read so far but me think my box is full so i can stop wsting the readers time,
My history to date
Like many people these days i was thrust into the world in the sterile enviroment that greats us called the maternity sweet, I can't claim to have much of a memory of this wonderful occassion but from the odd shaped head in the baby pictures, and adult experience of the wonders of birth its not so easy on the tiny tots, perhaps the reason behind not talking for two years, instead of aaaaaghhhhh etc as most babes do, it would be the last straw for the new bundle of joy's first words to be YOU BAST@RD, There's no way that was right did no one think it was a tigtht fit? but anyhow the head did grow a more regular shape and I continued along the uneventful path of growing up, a work still in progress. As a child I had my fair share of ups and downs, but soon fell into my place as an accident prone little shit, and was just a near death experience off getting me own chair in a & e, though an ambulance would of been more helpful given the regularity of my visits, and also because of the smart arse genuis that decided to site the hostipal at the top of a very steep hill, just what you need as you desperatly hobble with your broke twisted sprained foot leg toe whatever, towards the professional healers, a great big fucking hill, not such a great idea on the return journey either, send you out in some garden shed put together NHS wheelchair, lacking in lessons as much as in brakes, it would be interesting to research how many return visits were made due to crashed wheelchairs at the bottom of crazy hill. Despite my many visits, I managed to avoid death and grow out of the accident prone age, not that i still don't have accidents, but not enough to get to know the nurses better. I guess the early minor accidents instilled a sixth sense which kicks in now, lucky as you do get to handle danger on a regular basis more and more as you mature, cars trucks power tools weapons and of course girls all present themselves with your blossoming maturity. So at the ripe old age of five, I was informed of the rules of life, no longer the gentle reminders of don't touch burny, sit there, wait there, stand there, hurry up, shut up, say hello. But everyone's first introduction to the law; School, a surprise to most who have had the patients to have read so far, despite the spelling I did attend school, well really an excuse for play, the first big con of life school is fun yea! Ok so everyone had some fun at school, but in general, when you were having fun, it was usually behind the teachers back, in a grey area between the rules. Not when you were in the learning mode, soaking up all that valuable information that you have forgotten now, mostly because it was of no practical use, to you in everyday life, I apoligise to all those that frequently use physics while monitoring the kettle boiling. Can't complain to much about school as I stayed way to long in the whole process, and did pick up the odd useful bit of information from it. Apart from the odd titbit of info can't think of how it benefited me, I,ve never been given a job because of the qualifications gained from it, and at the end of the day that is the sole purpose of school get you to a point were you can get your foot in the door long enough to learn a job. Perhaps this is more due to me lacking any ability to sell myself

wasting it but not bothered, sounds a bit sad, doesn't it. I'm all for high achievers and those that blaze a trail but there is no rule carved in stone saying you have to be trail blazing or you are wasting your life, is there? opps thats a big one to miss. So what should one do with ones life? open to suggestions, though feel very old and I think its true that you can't teach an old dog new tricks.

more average at most things as opposed to good at something

sad expression, shouldn't judge book by cover. Plus my scruffyiness, normally a bit rough, ok very rough round the edges, but not got to the point were passers by throw money my way

contracters/ john b keane
like most movies,
music, listen to anything but need variety,
steak and chips

quiet, air, food, water, chocolate, apples. At the end of the day its all in your head perhaps put there by clever media people or peer pressure or who knows, we have so much now what value do we really put on it or what real understanding of doing without does anyone have. though would like to add being unemployed for nearly two months now starting to miss the routine of having some work to do, probably more of a reflection on my lack of hobbies, friends, personality, interests, laughter, fun, ambition,

mistakes, wasted time, the past, the lack of future

drunk, not drunk, tired/can't sleep, not tired/sleeping. thank goodness for jonathan woss, though bbc 1's golden presenter has lost his edge, don't know if it's to do with the grand daughter storm in a tea cup or the novilty has worn of.

ask? I'm bored of tv, and don't understand why there are so few good shows on the box anymore, so now browse the web looking for entertainment, and you may be surprised or not to know thats not porn ha

you're funny do gooder looking to brighten my day