Whilst I consider it a pointless extravigance and also more than a little big-headed and generally awfully self-centred to have a page dedicated to me, I also, unfortunately, am only human, and think- nay, I know- you'll be dead interested to hear all about me and my wonderful life. Which, obviously, is a pity, because I'm not going to tell you any of it. yet. I can't think of anything more abhorant than self-obsessed, attention seeking, pretentious, snotty little teenagers craving attention that their parents are too lazy, negligent, or dead to provide. Whoops, think I touched a nerve, there. Anyway, you know those truly awful e-mails you get from people you don't really like? oh, and, of course, Graham. and, because I reply to them, me. but then you might not like me, I couldn't say. And that's assuming, of course, that I send them to you in the first place. which I may well not. And, anyway, I always lie outrageously on them. so they're not that worth seeing whether I send them to you or if I don't, as it is. Whatever, I'm sure you all know the sort of e-mail I mean. Anyway, I was going to copy and paste that into here, but it would appear that the computer is dead set against that idea, for whatever reason, and won't let me paste anything in here at all. which is a bit of a swizz, I think. I hate computers. I feel this is going to be a running topic throughout this website, but there you go. i think it's quite justified. and has, I think this is important, exactly nothing to do with incompitance, alright? Anyhow, what this means is that I now have to think of stuff to say about me, which is much more difficult than answering questions about me. and whilst I could still steal from that silly e-mail, I feel vaguely afronted by being forced to steal stuff from someone who can't even spell "would" or, for that matter "you". it's shocking. I hate that, silly talk. However- I think you should, if you happen to care, which is unlikely at best, I admit, be able to glean enough actually about me, myself, from what I say.
     But, I can tell you stuff I like, which is what I intend to do nowish. What I do, of a day, generally consists of very little. I don't like people, as a rule, because they are unhygenic and offensive, basically, which means that I don't get out a lot. but I like that, it's good. and, of course, when I do, it's wonderfully exciting. which is nice. for instance, pleasent walks to Hergest Ridge. Anyway, that leaves lots of free time for doing nothing, that's my favourite hobby, and playing music, which is my favourite pastime. If the distinction between these two is lost on you, then I apologise. Anyway, I play music, badly, but it's fun, and that's what counts. oh, and if you were wondering, like when really good people say "oh, no, it was awful!", well, I'm not doing that. I mean it. Anyway, I also like music, as in listening to it, but am well aware that people pontificating about people they think are great is a bit boring for other people who have never heard of them, and equally tedious for people who know it already. So, suffice to say, I think that Mike Oldfield, Dave Gilmour, and Nicks both Cave and Drake are all wonderful. And, also, over 45. Or dead. I don't know if that's important. or indeed true.  but they are great, really. And, also, Lemon Jelly are glorious. and various other people are quite great, but we shall not go into them here. And that's me. and if you are wondering why I am writing a website, then I can't really answer your question, because I'm not sure myself. lets be cynical (another of my hobbies) for a moment, and assume that I am one of those horrid teenagers I mentioned above, and that this is merely a ploy to get attention. Of course, I know, and you know, that it won't work, and the reason being, basically, that I am almost sure there is no "you" in the whole equation type thing. Which rather ruins my theory about me being am attention seeking idiot, and, to be honest, I am not sorry to be wrong. although I might not be, who knows? and with that deep and meaningless thought, I'll bid you goodnight.
goodnight.
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