Whats this? A technophile minus myspace = headcase. I finally woke up to the myspace craze and aspire to excell in both content and deliverance . Mind, my life is not an open book. To begin with the basic starting package your protagonist has survived 30 years with all the essentials intact.
Lost my dreads whilst dragged through a west country bush, despite learning how to dodge the fuzz and foilage in the fields of essex as a youth. A regular in most clubbing scenes in the notorious London 90's, I acquired a mantle of respectability in the noughties hangover by lecturing high technology to international students. I AM RESPONSIBLE for the next generation of terrorists . Lets be clear on that.
Soon i'll release Doc Johnston into the smelting pot of London City to sell pieces of my soul to the Financials. Its ok, i've got plenty of it. Nurtured in the Epping Forest but spent most of my youth hanging around the golden wathamstow/woodford/wanstead triangle pondering why some tool kept spraying E17 on the walls. Karma acts through the medium of BMW. 'Upgraded' round London from South Ken to Fulham, Brixton to Hayes, having learned that no matter how rich people are they STILL walk around with long faces. Avoid this at all costs. Give all your money to me... I promise i'll be happy. you can see me smiling already , underneath my hoodie. I now fluctuate between both North And East London. Most mates are too organic to bother with myspace but fuck em. I'll never be too old to boogie.
!STOP PRESS! - I have now defected to Facebook, which has now taken over all addiction duties. Search for Alexander Johnston in London
