Keltic
Moon fever?
Brief Intro:
Drunk, drug fiend, writer, poet, freelance lunatic and paranoid
Date and Place of Birth:
Penrith, in the western suburbs of Sydney. Never lived more than half an hour away.
Ethnic History:
Australian, back as far as the third white kid born in Australia. Before that, Irish and Scottish.
Appearance:
Glasses, long black hair with a lot of white in it, full beard, both ears pierced with stainless steel rings.
Height/Weight:
A little under 6 feet tall and 15 stone, or 210 pounds.
People Say I Look Like:
A rabbi. I was on one occasion abused by anti-Semites under the mistaken impression I'm Jewish. Alternatively, I get a lot of "do you ride a Harley?."
Education:
Technical college and university level.
Current Residence:
Clarendon, near Richmond, NSW. Attractions include Richmond RAAF base, which my house backs onto, and the Hawkesbury Racecourse.
Regular Quotes/Mating Calls:
"Being paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you."
"What fucking time is it?"
"Buy me some booze on the way home darl?"
Alcohol Stash in House:
Not much at the moment… a couple of girly bottled drinks and the flaccid remnants of a wine cask.
What's in your Fridge:
Lots of vegetables, ginger and garlic, milk, eggs, salami, and various hot sauces. And a pretty wild looking fungus that can't be that far off becoming sentient.
Fascinating Physical Fact:
I can chew my toenails, even now in my overweight state.
If I hold my nose and blow I can make air come out my tear ducts.
Vehicle:
None, unless you count a ten speed bicycle. Shanks' pony and public transport all the way.
Most Embarrassing Fact:
Shaking hands that make it look like I've got DTs when drinking in bars.
Phobia:
Not overkeen on heights. Don't like water unless it's clear and I can see the bottom. Oh… and I fear the trolls that come out of my wardrobe late some nights. And the men in black. And, of course, the New World Order.
Occupation:
Ex-computer technician. Currently university student and househusband.
Health:
Fair. Reasonably fit if overweight. Various focal points for rheumatic pain.
Name of most Embarrassing ex:
None.
Drunken Stories:
Roadkill Cooking
Nude Cycling
Newbies and Shit
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