Alright? I'm Chris. Nice to meet you.I'm a London lad to the core: Born up a chimney with a broom inexplicably already wedged in my hand, I spent the next 8 years of my life flitting between the venerable professions of shining shoes, picking pockets and sweeping chimneys (for which one needs three years training in tap dancing and two in modern dance, as clearly demonstrated in the documentary Mary Poppins).
A kindly middle class couple took pity on me and, after 2 years of strict finishing school and beating my ruffian Cockernee accent out of me in some sort of grim, tainted re-enactment of My Fair Lady, I was ready to hit the streets afresh in a respectable fashion and get a proper education.
The alternate version of my childhood involves me standing in the corner of my primary school playground wearing Allstars, ripped jeans and leather jackets, smoking Gauloises, looking down my nose at all the other kids, reading Proust and listening exclusively to obscure '70s B-sides on "7 records. Cherers for that, Jo and Sarah.
Now, at the ripe old age of 22, after graduating from Reading university doing Philosophy and English (applicable to all walks of life, I feel), it's maybe time I found a stable job.
Those last five words are only slightly less unnerving than "Of course the baby's yours." ; "Have you found employment yet?" and the ever-loathesome: "I read the Daily Mail".
I'm intending to be a journalist in some fashion, be it making you giggle in whimsical articles (see blog) or dictating to you which bands you should like (see music reviews) . Who knows what the future holds, or dares to dream.I share my birthday with Sir David Attenborough (which is pretty fucking cool), Sid James (of Carry On fame) and Henry Church, (aka: Enrique Iglesias). That'd be quite a party, don't you think?
I make t-shirts. They're rather good, if I do say so myself. Other people like them too. See if you like them here .
If you want to get in touch, you'd probably be better off contacting me through that profile than this'un.
