A man after my own heart.

English/History
The plan for me is to write for a newspaper (the debates/headers - not that bland, talentless shit), with books and poetry on the side. Daring (and foolish...?

), but I seriously cannot see myself doing anything else, apart from playing bass in a proggy band, but that's hardly likely to put a roof over my head.
Being an artsy, pretentious fool can be a bitch, sometimes.
