I haven’t been able to get it together to write anything yet – the same as August – so that will give you an idea as to how nicely things are progressing.
I have Schizoaffective Disorder (a combination of Schizophrenia & Bipolar Disorder) and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD).
Obligatory idées fixes are the Victoria & Albert Museum (V&A), the Taxpayers’ Alliance and Alexa Chung.
I have been a rough sleeper and have an impressive homelessness portfolio including Soho streets, hostels, B&Bs, derelict buildings, squats, road traffic islands (seriously), local authority temporary accommodation etc.
I have one O level (Geography, Grade C).
I fancy myself as a bit of an autodidact. More Ernest Hemingway/Frida Kahlo* than Adolf Hitler.
I have been a voluntary sector playboy, writing fundraising applications for small charities and community groups and undertaking web design.
I write things when I’m able to get my shit together. I try to get my facts straight. I’m not making any promises about the grammar.
Please note I’m going to punch the next person on Twitter who calls me a hipster: apart from being 53, I have a proud industrial working-class heritage. One of my favourite accounts on Instagram is @blackcountrytype.
*You can’t throw a stick in the air at the moment in South Kensington without it hitting someone talking about Frida Kahlo. Please note I was citing her as an inspiration on this website long before the V&A elbowed their way in.
Centaur and Lapith locked in combat, metope from the south side of the Parthenon, about 477-438 BC. Taken at the British Museum exhibition Rodin & the Art of Ancient Greece with my trusty iPhone 5s, June 2018.
Read this brief Archaeologies of the Greek Past to find out more about what total bastards the centaurs were.