Phil

I'm Phil. I'm twentysomething, I live in Reading, and have done for far too long.
But why would you want to know what I would say about myself when you can hear what Malibu Pete has to say:
"Psycho Phil is a strange little man from up North somewhere. I did know where he was from, and I want to say Cumbria, but because I’m not exactly sure I shall refrain from doing so. I heard talk of Psycho Phil long before I actually met him- His reputation preceeded him, you might say. I’d heard Dunc and all of those other crazy Met people (but mainly Dunc) mention him on several different occasions.
Then I went on a Maths pub crawl, and I met a guy called Phil, who was about the least psychotic Phil that I’d ever had the fortune (For good or ill?) to come across. Imagine my surprise then when I tagged along on a Junction 11 pub crawl (I was a regular guest on a radio show hosted by some Godawful pair of muppets... I can’t remember anything about it, sadly) and got introduced to this bloke as Psycho Phil.
Oh, how I laughed.
In the months that passed I tried to eliminate Psycho Phil from the face of the planet, but he seemed to keep turning up everywhere I went! I’d go to the pub with Dunc and the others, and there’d be Psycho Phil! I’d go to the Union... Psycho Phil! The last straw came when the then-station manager of Junction 11 Joff Hopkins got thrown into a pit of lava during a vicious lightsabre duel, and who should emerge victorious as the new Darth Station Manager?
Yup, you guessed it... Psycho Phil.
From this point on, I had no choice but to resign myself to the fact that Psycho Phil would probably be in my life for the foreseeable future, so I started drinking heavily and taking a lot of prescription drugs. This worked until one very drunken night, when someone introduced me to a new band, calling themselves Floodgates or something, to be honest I can’t remember.
And there, in stereo, was Psycho Phil.
That’s when I booked myself in for rehab and extensive therapy."