Ya know, it's great being a pseudo-intellectual bohemian in old London Town. Life doesn't get much better than standing in a gallery stroking your goatee and pretending to understand the socio-political implications of an upturned egg carton on a plinth. If you agree (apart from the bit about the goatee - that just applies to me), then read on...
"I don't know much about art, but I know what I like." A cross between a culture vulture and a total philistine, that's me. But I don't just consume the stuff - photography, the flute, and making films keep the old creative juices going.
Museums, parks, industrial estates, I love 'em all. It's good to walk, but once we stop, I like to hang out in those cafes that you find at bookshops and arty cinemas - it's good to know you're the hardest person in a place.
Laughs. We love 'em, right? I love making people laugh. But I've got to say, I've met very few women who could make me laugh in return. And they were all Scandinavian and attached. Being Scandinavian is optional, but if you reckon you can raise a chuckle or two, that would hit the jackpot as far as I'm concerned. I'm not asking for material here, I'm talking about banter. I ping, you pong. Something like that anyway.
But wait! It's not just a massive gigglefest - here's my serious face... What's all "this" about? It's all well and good asking what you can get out of life, but what about what you can put into it? Isn't it great when you get to shine, when you pour some of the good stuff out, and there's someone there to appreciate it? Then they get to share the good in them with you, and everyone's a winner! Well... that's my theory anyway
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