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What I’m doing with my life
Waking, talking, bantering, smirking, smiling, watching, listening, making, learning, working, drinking, dancing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, fuck - it's 8am. This is my last drink, I have to be somewhere at 1.
I’m really good at
laughing - either at myself, at what you've just said or at something someone said ages ago that I have just remembered at an inopportune moment and will then go on to inexpertly recount, much to your frustration.
The first things people usually notice about me
is my face, unless they're watching me walk away rather than toward them or are using some kind of telescope to stalk me from afar. It's not a ship-launching face, but I've been told it does a fairly good job at keeping my headphones untangled and being the place my voice comes from.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Can't do favourites, so here are some capitalised, underscored, 18pt 'likes':

Authors: Martin Amis, Will Self, Charles Bukowski, Robert Bolano, Tom Robbins, David Mitchell, Haruki Murakami

Directors: Todd Solondz, PT Anderson, Wes Anderson, Sofia Coppola, Andrea Arnold, The Coens, Andrei Tarkovsky, Yorgos Lanthimos

Shows? As in, theatre?: Not well-versed enough to say, as I see a lot but mostly on recommendation.

Musicians: Fela Kuti, Björk, The Mars Volta, Radiohead, Dirty Projectors, Tool, Animal collective, Factory Floor, Battles

Genres: Alt. Indie, Experimental, Ambient (i.e. Tim Hecker, Oneohtrix), Underground/Alt Hip-hop (i.e. Def Jux), Rock (i.e. RATM), Chicago House, Funk, Soul

Food: South-east Asian. Hungry now.
The six things I could never do without
1) London. I love it. Like, 'sobbing uncontrollably on a park bench with a bag of shopping' love it. Whenever I travel I worry that no-one is feeding London for me, or that they're stroking it the wrong way, it'll bite them and Boris will have it put down.

2) What little spatial awareness I have. One day I will expose the feminist conspiracy to hide the truth that toe-stubbing is equally painful and traumatic as childbirth. I habitually bump into things; watching me negotiate a house party must be like watching Richard Ashcroft play Knightmare.

3) Art galleries, exhibitions, museums, performance spaces and other venues. I need the quiet (or loud) spaces which exist to slow us down enough to take something in, digest it and form an opinion.

4) My friends. Except Dave. Fuck Dave.

5) Dave. I can't stay mad at Dave.

6) I'm going to say my books even though this probably flouts one of the minor dating profile commandments brought down from Mt. Sinai in 1447AD by Sarah Beeny. I've got a chunk of art, graphic fiction, illustration and ye olde antiquey books from places I've been, and I love them. There. I said it.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
whether it's OK to eat more cheese, whether anyone can see me buying the cheese I considered buying and then invariably decided to buy, if a cheese overdose is possible, how the symptoms of a cheese overdose would manifest and whether I am experiencing those symptoms right now.
On a typical Friday night I am
Panicking slightly, having committed to going for some drinks, to a gig, to a screening and then to a house party with four totally different groups of friends at various points in the week, despite having done this every single weekend of my life.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
is the exact contents of my hard disk. For a guy, that's a fairly big deal.
You should message me if
You're interested in doing interesting things with interesting people, sandwiched between party and high-quality chat.