I was born in a town called Paisley where the apocalypse has already happened and is spreading slowly outward. I gained a degree in printmaking in 2003, but soon hung up my overalls, worried about the pernicious effects the chemicals would have on my moleskin-soft hands. My lifelong passion for filing things in alphabetical order led to me working in record shops. I currently pollute the otherwise wholesome monorail with music of low moral fibre. When I'm not selling people dreams and memories, I enjoy mingling amongst Glasgow's indie elite who consider me a jolly mascot with my cooky taste in music and bloodyminded antipathy towards all they hold dear.
