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mycodenameis:sparky

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About Me

I do so love to surround myself with beauty, more than I can say. The beautiful and the errant are my foremost companions; those who are neither beautiful nor errant are rarely interesting.
But my, my! What a bother it is to be an Aesthete in this modern Britain...any affection for beauty is immediately translated into lustful wickedness by the good and true members of society whose job it is to condemn all the others. Remember, before you judge, that wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others.
I don’t much care for myspace, I must confess...I find it an irritation, but it’s a fine way to keep in contact with folk, so I suppose its worth maintaining. If you’ve managed to get this far, you’re either really bored, a myspace fiend, or you wish to know more about my wanderings. In any case, I shall go on, as I have nothing else to do.
No t so long ago I moved to London, a fashionable undergraduate in a city of vice, and conducted myself in a most unseemly, unsuitable and entirely enjoyable manner. After a few months of such an existence, I tired of student life, and so I am now living once again in the sunny North East. It’s not really sunny, of course, that wasn’t quite literal, but it does have a certain charm that seems to be apparent only to those who have seen worse places. Not that I believe London to be the foulest of places; quite the contrary; it has a charming air about it for the most part, but to be sure, it is not without its dark side.
You perhaps have observed my roundabout way of writing by now...I only do this when I am indulging literarily on an occasion such as this; in these cases, I take the attitude, why use one, dull word, when twenty entirely superfluous and infinitely more attractive words will do! Writing is a large part of my life, you may care to know; it is one of the few talents that I keep in a dirty green bag, along with my hat. I write in all forms and try my hand at any which style I may; in the past few months I have been focusing on lyrical poetry and prose, as well as dabbling in writing for the stage.
In a curious, and not entirely unplanned, turn of circumstance, that brings me to my next love; the theatre. Now, to be sure, I don’t much fancy the life of an actor, there being far too much sweating and hard work for my care, but I do hope to establish some sort of creative connection with the theatre before I die. Whenever that may occur.
You will excuse my indulgence, but, if I might quote a certain French poet, “every man, providing he knows how to be amusing, has the right to talk about himself.” Bonsoir x

My Interests

I do enjoy unwinding with a fine wine and some beautiful people or other. Beauty and intoxication, such delicious sin!

I'd like to meet:

Name Mark, occasionally called Marky or Sparky...seems that the "ee" sound makes me appear more friendly. Birthday The 6th of August 1989....6th of august was also the birthday of Alfred, Lord Tennyson, dont you know. Birthplace I fear I must say Sunderland. A most unpleasant place, I regret to say. Current Location Even more than I regret to say that I was born in Sunderland, I must say that I still live there. Well, in Newbottle, which many would say is better, but those of reason and intelligence would say is far far worse. Eye Color Why, brown, I believe! Hair Color Also, dark brown. Height Ah, who can say, I haven't got a tape measure. I suppose around 5'10? Right Handed or Left Handed Right handed Your Heritage Aha, an interesting question! Well, there's a lot of Irish in there, I understand. And I was recently informed that my grandfather on my mothers side was from a family of gypsies...which would I believe make me a Bohemian, by birth The Shoes You Wore Today My much maligned white converse Your Weakness I'm a fool for a pretty girl Your Fears Reality, I suppose Your Perfect Pizza Hmm, Bolognese, I think, for all the memories such pizzas carry Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year Why, a job would be nice Your Most Overused Phrase On Instant Messenger "haha" I imagine, I love to laugh. That said, I also preface many sentences with "ah" Thoughts First Waking Up I tend not to think until after lunch Your Best Physical Feature I couldn't say Your Bedtime Alas, I have much trouble with sleep, so I often miss nights of rest altogether. Generally around 1am, otherwise. Your Most Missed Memory Strolls in the summer rain Pepsi or Coke Might wine be an option? MacDonalds or Burger King Mcdonalds, of the two Single or Group Dates Single, I think Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea Hmm, I can't say I've tasted either Chocolate or Vanilla Vanilla...my, my I feel rather dull Cappuccino or Coffee Coffee Do you Smoke I do not, sir! Do you Swear Like a sailor, sir! Well, not quite. I like to use swearing emphatically, not every alternate word. Do you Sing I do, sir! I am the frontman of a lovely little band called The Shy Bairns Do you Shower Daily Twice daily, sir Have you Been in Love Men love in haste, but detest at leisure Do you want to go to College University? I've been, briefly. I imagine I'll go back sometime Do you want to get Married Baudelaire put it best; "a sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle" Do you belive in yourself I suppose I'd best Do you get Motion Sickness Not at all Do you think you are Attractive If I might quote again, "Love thyself ; it is the beginning of a lifelong romance" Are you a Health Freak I fear not, sir, though I ought to be! Do you get along with your Parents Generally, yes Do you like Thunderstorms There's a certain romance about them Do you play an Instrument I dabble In the past month have you Drank Alcohol Of course! The best of life is but intoxication. (That's Lord Byron, by the way) In the past month have you Smoked I have done no such thing In the past month have you been on Drugs Clean as a whistle, if I do say so myself In the past month have you gone on a Date I suppose I have, after a fashion. In the past month have you gone to a Mall Why about a month ago I took a walk along The Mall, from the palace towards Trafalgar. In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos I haven't; my flatmates ate them like fiends, but I failed to see the attraction. In the past month have you eaten Sushi I fear it is not to my taste In the past month have you been on Stage Why yes I have, just the other night, actually. And then a fortnight before that. In the past month have you been Dumped Quite the opposite In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping To reiterate, I live in Newbottle. Skinny dipping is impossible here for a few reasons. Firstly, we have no open body of water. Secondly, its freezing. Thirdly, one would be stabbed. And, lastly, its freezing. In the past month have you Stolen Anything A heart or two, perchance Ever been Drunk Once or twice Ever been called a Tease Not in so many words, but after a fashion Ever been Beaten up How many times must I say, I live in Newbottle... Ever Shoplifted Not that I can recall How do you want to Die While looking handsome What do you want to be when you Grow Up Older, but not necessarily wiser What country would you most like to Visit I'd like to live in France, Paris in particular. I'd certainly like to visit New Zealand, but then, doesn't everyone? Number of Drugs I have taken Seventeen and three quarters, sir. Tuppence a bag or so. Number of CDs I own Who can say. Number of Piercings I shouldn't like to punch a hole through myself. Number of Tattoos Not a one, I don't suppose I'd suit a tattoo, unless it was a scrap of poetry. Number of things in my Past I Regret A great deal, I'm afraid. In a Boy/Girl... Favorite Eye Color Blue or green Favorite Hair Color Blonde Short or Long Hair I don't much care Height I should like to be the taller one, perhaps it is the last shred of masculinity that I cling to? Weight One never asks a lady her weight, sir, and so it is quite irrelevant Best Clothing Style A shred of originality is always intriguing a style="color:#FFFFFF;font-weight:bold;font-size:8px;"?I 'd like to meet old Will, I think, to ask him how he painted perfect pictures of emotion using words...it is a talent I envy very much

Music:

I shouldn't like to list each and every musician that appeals to me, else we'd be here for quite some time. Suffice to say, I like quite a range, from your middle of the road stuff, like The Libertines to obscure electro. Its all quite a mix.

In spite of the inevitable stigma, I must confess to being quite a fan of musical theatre, largely thanks to my companions; actors, dancers and singers for the most part. I should say that 'RENT' is a particular favourite, truly marvellous songs, to be sure, and a grand subject.

Movies:

The Great Dictator with Charlie Chaplin, the Monty Python Movies, Trainspotting, The Libertine, Shaun of the Dead, Clockwork Orange, Across the Universe, The Producers, Sweeney Todd, Big Fish. In fact, a good deal of Tim Burton appeals. I do enjoy films, they're rather fun.

Television:

This and that...television doesn't much appeal to me, I prefer to read.

Books:

To read is to live, in my opinion! Here is a mere selection of my favourite works:
"The Great Gatsby" and "Tender is the Night" by F. Scott Fitzgerald
"The Sonnets," "Twelfth Night," "Hamlet" and "The Tempest" by Will Shakespeare
"To Kill A Mockingbird" by Harper Lee"
"The Rowley Poems" by Thomas Chatterton
"A'rebours" by Karl Huysmans
"The Picture of Dorian Gray", "A Woman of No Importance" and "The Ballad of Reading Gaol" by Oscar Wilde
"Great Expectations" and "Oliver Twist" by Charles Dickens"
A good selection of Romantic literature; from Wordsworth and Keats to Byron and Pushkin
"An Actor Prepares" by Constantin Stanislavski
"Brideshead Revisited" by Evelyn Waugh
I very much enjoy the plays of Chekhov, Ibsen and Brecht
My taste also stretches to contemporary literature, although the classical is where my heart lies.I am particularly fond of:
"Trainspotting" by Irvine Welsh
"Blasted" by Sarah Kane
"Serious Money" by Caryl Churchill
At this moment in time, I've just started "The Theatre and It's Double" by Antoin Artaud.

Heroes:

Why should we look to the past, my dear, when we could be heroes for ourselves?