Thomas II of Ravensberg

I was born for the first time in 1979. I quickly realised that the world is a harsh and cold place, so I went back to where I knew it was nice and warm. In 1981 was born again, this time to loving, although a bit mad, parents. My mother wanted to call me the same as my older brother, Martin, and MyDad (© 2007 MySpace) wanted to call my Sebastian Excelsior Merlot the Third. “Why?” I hear you ask. I don’t know why and I’m afraid to ask.Some people say I’m crazy. Just because I’m a firm believer in that all cheese is evil and should be banished, that doesn’t mean I’m crazy. I'm crazy because I'm made of up to 75% cotton and because I believe in nudity where nudity is completely inappropriate.I’ve attended a couple of educations. The first was business school. I quit, because I’m not some money grabbing capitalist scumbag, like Rupert Murdoch, and because the other people there was. I’ve also attended agricultural college. I was quick to find out that, although I’m very fond of animals (in a good way), the prospect of working with a barn full of cows, just wasn’t me. Third times a charm and I'm trying again. Hopefully with more success, this time. I've also been to what we danes call folk high school, at Hadsten Højskole, where I spend most of my time bleeding heavily from my knees and making ludicrous claims about Napoleon Bonapart's sexuality.Roughly what I can expect my future self to turn into: