wide-eyed wonderist, weekend dinosaur wrangler, popping candy connoisseur.
At the grand old age of 35, the sun is slowly setting on my swashbuckling days of piratey plundering.
However, there is still plenty of treasure that remains buried and unclaimed! Time enough for another adventure I think, with a Fizz Wiz loving, cutlass-wielding lass.
Lately I have been snarling at cats. I don't trust anything that hates water.
Watching programmes with Lucy Worsley in. I seem to have developed a weird crush on her, but she totally needs to get back her hair clip.
Making shit up.
Being terrified of Frank Sidebottom - It's a childhood fear that never moved out. I think it explains why I was crap at making papier-mâché at school.
I read far too many comic books and eat more than the recommended daily allowance of Oreos.
The best comics are written by Grant Morrison, Scott Snyder, Brian K. Vaughan, Warren Ellis, and Mark Waid. Alan Moore was great, until he became obsessed with willies. The best Oreos are covered in milk chocolate.
Horror films rock my world, the French seem to do it best. Martyrs is brilliant, Frontière(s) is brilliantly silly. I am also fond of dark and disturbing films that are not necessarily classed as horror: Kill List, Requiem for a Dream, Irréversible, I Saw the Devil, Eraserhead, Footloose...that kind of thing
On the other hand, I am very fond of Legend (Tangerine Dream version), mainly because Tom Cruise cuddles a fox.
I won't watch anything with Ryan Reynolds in. Mostly because it will be rubbish, but also because his eyes are too close together. He also looks like an amalgamation of Anthony McPartlin and Declan Donnelly, poor sod.
Still have a great deal of fondness for Buffy and the Scooby Gang, Fringe, Seinfeld, The Ren & Stimpy Show, and The Mighty Boosh. Oh, and the Battlestar Galactica remake was fracking awesome.
I watch a lot of anime, although less so since filing for divorce from Lovefilm. The higher the density of giant robots, the more likely I am to enjoy it. Actually, I can probably apply this equation to all aspects of my life.
Cheap and nasty coffee
Giant robots (of Japanese origin)
Rolling my eyes at people
Whether or not the Cookie Monster and the Honey Monster are related.
The Tyrannosaurus rex riding a BMX.
Throwing the next person that writes 'procrastinating' into the Great Pit of Carkoon.
Possibly building a time machine out of Lego.
Definitely preparing to wrangle dinosaurs.
An unfortunate set of circumstances has led to me moving back to my parents' house. Do you have a spare room, and would you like a lodger? I am toilet trained and I don't snore.
I have no idea how Twitter works and couldn't give a flying fuck.
Did I mention how much Frank Sidebottom terrifies me?
Also: After being bested by a giant squid that ate my crew and destroyed my ship, I went to work in retail...no...wait...don't go!
2. You have discovered a nondescript, dusty bottle of alcohol that needs to be shared.
3. You cheer when people fail miserably on crap game shows. (All game shows are crap, except for Takeshi's Castle.)
4. You are not related to Frank Sidebottom.
5. You require a lodger for your spare room.