wanna-be bad ass and a sheep in wolf's clothes. back in school rumour had it that i was a drug addict or anorexic and at times both. but when you look closely you can see what my friend charlotte has so perfectly summed up as the "rural twinkle in my eye": a country boy with perfect grammar being blinded by the bright lights of the big city.
this city was london until recently when the sheep boy's world was shattered by something unpleasant yet vital that has transported him back to vienna. bang. brapp. there he is now causing mayhem at the unit F office for Fashion and on the dancefloor of Def Disco where his tune-spinning is known to raise the roof. still, i miss you london...
