Hello. I am Hobs. Or Hobsy. Whichever you prefer. I:
Write songs and record them to a poor standard because I like to pretend to be musical.
Love Biffy Clyro so much it hurts (if only she were mine...)
Am closed/narrow minded.
Play bass for two bands: One being the past/present/future greatest band in the world, Markov Chain, and one, Innocent Unknown, being a band who will never/always amount to anything/everything.
Have a beard. Whether you like it or not.
Don't write lyrics to songs I write. Unless I do, in which case, I don't sing them. Unless I do, in which case, I panic.
Belong half-way between Hitchin and Norich philosophically, but geographically do not belong in Bury St Edmunds.
Hate my space, and the fact that every conversation with my friends ALWAYS features a chapter on the merits and pitfalls of my space, but still lower myself to having an account, mostly because I like the subtle approach to attention seeking.
Don't like/like attention.
Pretend to be pretentious.
Do/Do Not give a fuck about anything/something/everything.
Do not dance unless it is to comic effect.
Get my hair cut when think it needs cutting and no sooner.
Take no for an answer.
