After stopping being a twisted post new romantic, in 89 I became a twisted make-up artist instead, trying to make people look half as fabulous as i used to - clients including margaret thatcher and jerry hall and too many d-listers to list here. For the last 2 years i have been writing my first book - a memoir about me and my mothers troubled relationship, pop culture and general teenage fucked-up-ness - attempting to stretch my brain after too many superficial wasted years. Too many people call me insane - but that's not my problem. I am currently single,because it seems impossible to meet someone who is intelligent and handsome who likes sex and is faithful. like me. joke. i'm not an egoist. I continue the search hopefully ever after...
