BillTaylortron
30 London, United Kingdom
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My self-summary
20ish pseudo intellectual (ok well I guess that parts no longer true, woeful middle age here I come), self sanctifying sense of humour.

I don't know, what's that line in that The Verve song...

As ever with these sorts of things I don't know what to write. I believe I am a decent human being, somewhat jaded, but on the whole a good egg.
What I’m doing with my life
Decaying, which is to say doing the things I enjoy (when I actually enjoy them, which unfortunately isn't always), those things are nothing astounding. I paint, I write, I pretend I have some sort of importance when all the while I think about how futile it all is and if there's anything I could do that would make a difference in this world.
I’m really good at
Self loathing, baking, convincing myself not to study, pretending to be a Mossad agent and waffling on like I know what I'm talking about.

I have various skills and talents that I employ on occasion. Basically I'm probs alright at most things.

I'm good at banter and erroneous conversations, so if you ever want to discuss the moral implications of the British bake off, I'm your pigeon.
The first things people usually notice about me
You'd have to ask them, half of my body is in the ionosphere. It's a bit inconvenient, but on the plus side I don't have any trouble with shelves (yes I am aware this joke doesn't actually make sense, nobody has shelves at 1,000 km, I'm not a mad man, you don't have to have me committed, crisis averted).

Physical trait wise... I have a mostly symmetric face and eyes that are blue. That doesn't stop me looking like spam after it's come out of an dietitian's arsehole though (I have been informed that this is a poor metaphor as it is unlikely that a dietician would eat spam).
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Oh fuck this noise, just ask or something.

Things that are not shit for $600 please.
The six things I could never do without
28 of 65 episodes of Brum recorded onto a stolen collection of Countdown VHS tapes dated between 1994 and 2002.

A wig once owned by the tour manager of the failed Northampton nightclub act "Fister Sledge".

A collection of shiney pokemon cards (all bootlegs, will swap for a real shiny Charizard).

The Welsh parliamentary body.

The right to exchange bodily fluids via the postal service.

The foreskin of the twin I absorbed in the womb, I wear it as a pinkie ring.

Or in reality:
Books, nice recipes, ghost fuel.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
How I can actually become King Diamond.

Far far far too many topics to even broach, throw me a line would ya?
On a typical Friday night I am
Asleep, reading, painting, getting my groove on, time travelling, the mad complexity of the world mankind has built both around itself and entirely in it's own head.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I've got a collection of Peter Sutcliffe's pubic hair.

I am not quite as mental as this dumb as shit profile might suggest.
You should message me if
You don't mind that during sexual congress I am likely to recite the bill of rights in a rolling impression of all the cast members of On The Buses.

You know where I can find the second skull of Touganda is located and are willing to help me recover it.

You're an intellectual scatterbrained wunderkin and you fancy my oddly shaped head and confused prose.
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