Once described as "strange" by the guy who played Harold in Neighbours, in a pub in Yorkshire in 2007.
I think that sentence sums me up fairly well. If you want to know more about the talents of the man too weird for Harold from neighbours, well, he occasionally wanders into kitchens, rearranges everything, burns coconut milk onto the hobs and leaves - an hour later - oblivious to the mayhem behind him and yet eating the most delicious curry you've never tasted.
He claims to be a writer and yet hasn't had anything published since mid 2005, and even then they comprised a few album and live-music reviews.
English teacher in the beautiful town of Lecco. I spend most of my time trying to avoid getting my pale Scottish skin too sunburnt.
Also: OKCupid is telling me that 1.82m is 6'0. It isn't. It's 5'11 and a half and a bit more. Whether I'm six foot or not entirely depends on my shoes.
Oh, and I have two tiny, symmetrical scars on either side of my forehead. Some more relgious friends continue to honestly believe that this is the result of my having my horns removed. The actual story is much less sinister.
As far as music goes I can commonly be found wiggling my awkward caucasian fingers to The Mars Volta, Rodrigo y Gabriela, Zaz, Massive Attack, Brad Sucks, Metallica, the occasional Beethoven/Verdi/Dvorak thingmy and Bill Withers.
'Papa was a Rolling Stone' is the coolest song ever recorded and I dare anyone to suggest otherwise.