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About Me

My name is simon gibbins and i have lived and thrived in basingstoke for 20 years, which is 100% of my life. I studied Fine Art at the Basingstoke College of Tecnology for two years and gained a National Diploma in my time there. I recently discovered i had a small flare for writing and with some kind words from a good friend who has a large flare for writing i decided to maybe try and get some stories down and out-there for you to read. My artwork will be up and around so please check that out and tell me what you think. I think im still trying to get my style more consistent, at the moment i'd call it 'colourfulirony' enjoy. I spend most of my time with friends, drinking, playing football. I also read a lot now-a-days and i wouldnt mind being a ripperologist. Im in a band called birthdayboy with a good friend called martin. I work as an undertaker/stone mason in a family-run funeral home near to where i live. contact me at [email protected]

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Myspace Layouts at Pimp-My-Profile.com / Greens Have It

Music:

bright eyes, afi, joy division, birthdayboy, butterflies on strings, elliot smith, the smiths, fourtet, sigur ros, decmberists, cursive, clap your hands say yeah, depeche mode, radiohead, the faint, rage against the machine, the shins, kasabian, sage francis, badly drawn boy, arcade fire, my vitriol, tecnofear, strike anywhere, bjork, guillemots, desaparecidos, tom waits, explosions in the sky, the cure.....

Movies:

forrest gump, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, amelie, battle in heaven, delicatessen, the machinist, donnie darko, reservoir dogs, clockwork orange, oldboy, baise moi, ma mere, star wars, batman, spiderman, lost in translation, mulholland drive, crash, ghostbusters....

Television:

mostly comedy and the weather.

Books:

chuck palahniuk, bret easton ellis, patricia cornwell, ian banks, george orwell, terry pratchett, alan moore, roald dahl....

Heroes:

max ernst, william blake

My Blog

shitty boy

I dislike beauty, I just do. I don't want to go to the scenic pubs or the beautiful countryside, I want sweat, dirt, mud, rain and lots of people. City boy. I don't want flowers I want fag ends and c...
Posted by .SimonLiar. on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 06:17:00 PST

city boy

you can take the boy from the city but you cant take the poison from his lungs
Posted by .SimonLiar. on Sat, 21 Jul 2007 07:53:00 PST

peace at last (part 2)

I push open the first of two doors to the women's toilets and wait to hear if there is girly chit-chat or mumbling from the cubicles. She is alone. I walk in. I can pin-point the cubicle she's in fro...
Posted by .SimonLiar. on Mon, 28 May 2007 04:54:00 PST

peace at last

Why the fuck do people feel the need to read aloud in the office? A wave of morons create a roar as they all read the confidential files of their clients, out to the rest of the world because they're...
Posted by .SimonLiar. on Thu, 24 May 2007 04:15:00 PST

crow on snow

Crow on snow As an astronaut I can do something that most of you will never do. I can see a definitive end to our planet and stay alive. The blues, greens, yellows and whites of our Earth contrasted ...
Posted by .SimonLiar. on Tue, 01 May 2007 04:35:00 PST

In the dark of the nightmare

In the dark of a nightmare. In the dark of a nightmare, there's a man. A man with legs long enough to walk over cars. He can see into your windows and does nothing but stare. In the dark of a nightma...
Posted by .SimonLiar. on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 02:02:00 PST

today i saw a ghost

Today I saw a ghost as I looked into the bathroom mirror at my girlfriends house. The door was open and in the room opposite where I stood, by the toilet, there was a woman. A women in a royal blue d...
Posted by .SimonLiar. on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 03:49:00 PST

three pills

like the london eye my wheels turn roundlonger than it seemsthree pills i tookfrom the hand i shookthe chemical kid of my dreams. in the dead of nighti'll bring to lifeall that went to sleepthree line...
Posted by .SimonLiar. on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 05:12:00 PST

my friend annie (part two)

That night, after we fucked Annie turned to me and she asked if she was getting paid for her earlier services. At first I thought she was joking but quickly realised, by the blank glare that seemed t...
Posted by .SimonLiar. on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 05:22:00 PST

My friend Annie (part one)

A couple of years back there was a series of events that took place in the area in which I dwell. I say dwell because I don't have a home here, I don't have a life here so in my eyes I don't l...
Posted by .SimonLiar. on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 01:08:00 PST