August 01, 2003
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Ah, that's enough of this form-filling bullshit, life isn't a readers' digest coupon. There are so many versions of me out there already that this one can't hope to compete. Let's not try.
I live, work and play in London. There's not much to say about living, except that I hope to avoid the alternative for a good long time, and if work was worth discussing they wouldn't call it "work," so let's concentrate on the play, shall we?
I like doing silly things. Currently that includes trampolining and flying trapeze -- the acrobatic tumbling has gone on hold for the time being due to scheduling problems. I cycle in the city, which is a good way of getting from A to B, but not much fun -- far better to take the bouncer off-road, preferably somewhere muddy, even though that has led to a few accidents and one ignominious visit to A&E. Let's not even discuss my tragic attempts to rollerblade. I play games, whether that's schlepping Lara through yet another crumbling tomb or trading rhyming couplets in some ludicrous theatrical parody online. I love dancing and I love watching dance (sooner or later I'll explain why this site is called WalkyTalky, which is part of that). I like sex -- as they said about Ike: heck who don't? I like going on adventure holidays to exotic locales, scuba diving, clambering up mountains, through jungles -- and I love doing absolutely nothing, just dossing around at home for long periods of time. I like getting lost in a book. I like fighting back tears in the theatre. I like sleeping. I like being awake. I even like hating things.