Me at my most camp...when I'm in a bad mood I sometimes camp-it-up....I BROKE BOTH MY ARMS...here are the X-rays...Some of you thought it was a rumour but I did break both my arms...yes I know, like my Dad said "what an twat!". While snowboarding in January I managed to crash at about 30mph, after an unsuccessful backflip and landed on both my wrists. I needed surgery on the left arm (it was pointing in the opposite direction) so that they could insert nails from Homebase to try and repair the mangled mess. The right arm wasn't as bad but it still needed plaster.www.jamescann.comWhat I'm usually like when I'm not incapacitated (below):Complicated...I'm forever a realist...but longing for the fanciful. I like doing random things without being questioned or asked why. It's my freedom to explore. If you need to know why, you're thinking too much. Not knowing the outcome of something you do or some journey you take should be the "why".My favourite hobby is "people watching" through a cafe window...while listening in to other peoples conversations/complaining. Sometimes I can't stop myself from joining in.I often talk to myself out-loud...this sometimes scares people, for I don't carry a can of Special Brew so there appears to be no logical reason for my outburst. Don't worry, it's just a faulty volume control on my inner-monologue.
