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As you know, nobody ever reads this bit. As is indicated by the counter above, in fact, wait a minute... There we go! You're the first one! Okay then, I lied. I'm not really at prison. In fact the most illegal thing that I've ever done is have several high-ranking members of the UN assassinated. And let's face it, who of us can claim to have never done that then? It's just the same as nicking road-cones, only slightly more likely to cause a war. Actually, it's only recently that I could have made such a claim, because I live in Stratford Upon Avon, and should I have made the same statement a few years ago then the West Midlands Serious Crime Squad (which used to contain more bent coppers than Uri Geller's purse) would have branded me as some Carlos The Jackal type of person and made sure that I fell down a few flights of steps on my way to my cell. But anyway, fact is I'm a 24 year old kid* who went to Aston University for a very short period of time (1 year) before flunking out simply because the maths in my course (Electronic Engineering & Computer Science) made my brain hurt. Also, because University brought with it the temptations of succubi such as MUDS and 4 player Doom 2. Oh baby, did those keep me in the building till late at night (in fact a few like-minded students once took sleeping bags in with them and camped in the Spark lab for three days straight, or so I heard). I used to frequent a happy little place called Hertsmud, which was a pleasant place that thrived until the University it was on the servers of... discovered it. Bugger. Quite frankly it was a miracle that I even got into University, seeing as I needed 20 points but got a measly 14 points instead ("C" in Physics and "D"'s in Maths and Chemistry), seems that as everyone did rather badly people were not bothering asking Aston whether they'd got in and just going for their security Uni's instead. As a result Aston was so desperately in need of students that they let an utter arse-head like me in. Well, it was either that or admit some tramps from out the front and I was reliably informed that I smelled less offensive. Just. But, after flunking out following my uniformly abominable exam results (Solid "F"s! I'm nothing if not consistent!) I got a job at a place called SITEL where I worked taking phone calls until April 1st 2000, when by some flukish convergence of the planets John Pickford asked me if I knew anyone who wanted to do Gameboy Color Graphics for them at Zed Two. I jumped at the chance and after bunking off work for two days under the pretense of being ill (that'll piss them off when they read that) I popped up to sunny Manchester and landed myself the job that I'm in today. Hurrah! Well, that's my mini-bio, now I suppose you're all wanting to know about my many and varied hobbies and interests... Nosey bastards...
* I say kid, because that's how I act. I'm irresponsible, lazy, moody and easy to agitate. I swear far too much, I like playing with fireworks, I don't drink (okay, about a ½ pint of Vodka on the weekend, but that's all) and I spend far too much time in front of the Telly or PC or PlayStation. I'm a big kid. Pity yourself if you meet me. Oh, and I cannot handle money with any responsibility at all. Urk! |
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