Tend to grimace when people take photos of me, which has made this tricky. I've tried taking selfies and it just makes me feel really fucking weird.
Part-time gardener and play drums in a few fun stupid bands.
Getting more and more involved in a small union that most recently have been trying to get cleaners at Sotheby's the London living wage and contractual sick pay. Needless to say Sotheby's are right 'orrible shits.
And if you don't like any of those things, that's cool too.
The working-class chip on my shoulder
A good drill
CAPITALISM, EQUALITY, INTERSECTIONAL FEMINISM AND MY ROLE AS SOMEONE WHO IDENTIFIES AS A WHITE MALE IN ALL OF THAT. AND ALL THE BLURRINESS OF GENDER AND A SENSE OF IDENTITY IN-FUCKING-GENERAL.
There's a boardroom somewhere where people regularly meet to discuss urinal cake innovation. That one actually blows my mind, like when I found out my mate's dad made hamster cages.
Pessimism of intellect, optimism of will.
Vaclav Havel. Patti Smith. Dot Hook's midwife sweat.