I'm not really one for the whole attention-seeking thing, but what the hell, you might as well read my profile. Oh wait, you are.
About me? I'm a man, 38, 5' 8" but with the spirit of a friggin' giraffe. I can be left alone unsupervised and can even tidy up after myself. Still struggle with tying shoelaces though, but that's what Velcro's for.
Still got all my own teeth, apart from one at the back which I lost when I fought a c**ky, young up and coming fighter named Connor MacGregor in a famous KFC title fight. Just take my word for it. Please don't Google it.
Childless (by choice).
Godless (obviously by choice).
Animal lover (NOT in THAT way).
Chicken fearing (don't ask).
Hater of sports (I don't care if not liking football makes me somehow "gay").
Drawn-on eyebrows irrationally terrify me.
Like playing guitar. And I don't mean air-guitar, but a real one. But it may as well be made of air, cos I'm rubbish at it, but I'm really good at doing all the pouty-lipped boppy-head movements. Huuurghh!!!
I used to like going to the gym, until they inexplicably removed my favourite machine. I was gutted. I could get a Twix AND a bag of Monster Munch for a pound from that machine.
I'm down to earth, and easy to talk to so drop me a message. Also do a pretty fair Chewbacca impression. And Chuck Norris will back me up on that one, so you KNOW I've got some credibility there.
Christ!! I almost forgot! I absolutely ADORE kittens! But only if they're medium-rare.
