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}OK, the simple stuff first.I am obsessed with music and cinema, not always in that order. I also love architecture and literature, but I don't see my future in either of them.I love to meet people with similar obsessions, and hopefully via the medium of DJing, organising the occasional gig and plenty of film screenings, and eventually writing and co-directing my own films, I can bring these people together and make the outside world aware of the slightly more interesting one that exists out there.And now the rant:I do not belong to a clique. I am neither a mod, a rocker, a punk, a goth, a glammy, an indie kid nor a hippie, and I am DEFINITELY not an emo. A look at my list of bands will tell you I'm into quite diverse stuff, but my musical world, and the social circle I like to move in, tends to hover between psych, garage, British R'N'B (original meaning of the term of course), freakbeat, prog, vintage heavy rock and classic rock, all sorts of Metaaal, Industrial and early Goth, glam (especially Junk Shop Glam), punk (particularly New York punk), new wave, early indie and US lo-fi art rock, Krautrock, folk, country, jazz, lounge, vaudeville, heavy funk and Northern Soul. My hero is Bowie, largely because at one time or another he has done nearly all of these things.A while ago, I wrote a bulletin on here which I can't find, in which I gave all of us people who hover between genres a name. I called us 'Inbetweenies', because that's where we are to be found, and also because we're all old enough (or at least most of us are) to remember The Goodies. I haven't met that many recently, but I know we're out there. All it takes is broad-mindedness and some perseverance....Like the Knights Who Until Recently Said Ni, I was until recently rotting on the coast in the South East of England, Hastings to be exact. I have now decamped to Bonnie Scootland; I would like to say that I will miss all my friends in the East Sussex Medium-Size (so called becaue it can't really be regarded as a massive) and everyone in Londononium, particularly the Islington Mantelpiece Gang (old joke)- but I had to get the fuck out of the Saaarf before it destroyed me. Sadly, two and a half years on, I now need to go home, as I am unemployed, completely skint and all my mates up here have turned out to be utter cunts. Nice city, crap people.For anyone who's interested: I write scripts for horror and exploitation films/programme episodes, and also take great pleasure in reviewing other people's work in my unique way. I am also on hand to offer any form of help to anyone in the business who may be interested- rights negotiation and putting together screenings among other things. There seem to be two people who write about horror and get paid for it in the UK: unlike one of them, I actually LIKE most of the films I am paid to discuss, and unlike the other I don't have a predictable obsession with predictable non-horror fare like Westerns and gangster movies. As time goes by, I become increasingly aware that my catholic taste and refusal to subscribe to perceived notions of what is and isn't good makes me by definition uncool. I am, of course, exceedingly proud of this. Anybody who knows where I'm coming from is always welcome to talk to me.Anywaaay..if you weant someone to deliberate at length on horror and exploitation movies, or just British cinema and TV in general, for your mag, website, sleevenotes or documentary, or actually write you a great script, then I'm your man. I also spend some evenings in clubs inflicting my perplexingly diverse musical taste on people (hence the 'DJ' bit). I start from the very centre of all music (Bowie, Rundgren, Queen, Zappa, Stevie Wonder and The Beatles) and go in all directions from thereon...