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.
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.
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).
Things that are not shit for $600 please.
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.
Far far far too many topics to even broach, throw me a line would ya?
I am not quite as mental as this dumb as shit profile might suggest.
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.