I'm Ollie, and if there's one thing I excel at, it's writing ill considered diatribes in public forums, ostensibly with the intention of making myself seem cooler than I actually am...
Otiose, bilious individual, comes equipped with a caustic sense of humour, a plethora of nerdy tattoos and a fucking terrible haircut.
Happiest spending an inordinate amount of time downloading minimalist techno and obscure Eastern-European black metal with dubious political leanings, in the vain hope that my peers will see me as some kind of renegade.
•Taking part in charity boxing matches (H from Steps once broke my sternum)
•Playing folk-noise to disinterested audiences across the country
•Smashing the system. Or at least grumbling at it, annoyed
•Recreating the most violent scenes from Game Of Thrones in the vegetable aisle of Sainsburys
•Starring in low budget softcore erotica
•Hiding in your cupboard and sobbing gently
Probably my face or my shoes, depends which way up I am.
Films are ok, I like that one... you know... with the stuff that happens... and people that do things while it's happening. There was some shouting. It might have had Bette Midler in it. Transformers?
Here's an overwhelmingly smug, self-consciously edited sample of my music on shuffle:
Death Grips / Brian Eno / Teenage Jesus & The Jerks / Skullflower / Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds / Blut Aus Nord / Portishead/ Selena Gomez / Sigur Ros / Hatebreed / The Civil Wars / Whitehouse / Sage Francis / Nobuo Uematsu / Cocteau Twins / Add N to (X) / Jimmy Eat World / Cult Of Luna / Swans / Esben & The Witch / Merzbow / Taylor Swift / Botch / Yann Tiersen / Nisennenmondai / Max Richter / Poison Idea / Baroness / Die Antwoord / Hans Zimmer / Fall of Efrafa / Hair Police / El-P...
I like food, but have yet to develop the raging fascism about it that most people my age seem to enjoy engaging in.
* Sneering disinterest
* My iPod classic (I appreciate that this makes me some sort of relic of a bygone age, but I love it)