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TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name: Jack Cregan
Birthday: April 8th
Birthplace: Stoke Newington, London
Current location: Study
Eye colour: Blue
Hair colour: Fair
Height: 6 foot, or 6 foot 1 inch, or thereabouts
Right handed or left handed: Right
Your heritage: Homo sapien
The shoes you wore today: Battered old adidas trainers
Your weakness: The trouble with heroin... The trouble with heroin... It's very morish
Your fears: I'm scared of mice and spiders, but oh-so-much greater is my fear that one day the two species will cross-breed to form an all-powerful race of mice-spiders who will immobilise human beings in giant webs in order to steal cheese. (Yes, I have lifted that from Spaced, just as the above answer is in fact the work of Mr Harry Hill)
Your perfect pizza: You can't go too far wrong with a Hawaiian
Goal you would like to achieve this year: To become loved and admired by every human being in existence
Your most overused phrase on an instant messenger: Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
Thoughts first waking up: Work. Bugger
Your best physical feature: Opposable thumbs
Your bedtime: Should probably have been a little while ago, it's an early rise tomorrow
Your most missed memory: I don't miss any of my memories
Pepsi or Coke: Suckers of Satan's cock
MacDonalds or Burger King: Ball-less, soulless, spiritless corporate little bitches... Having said that, I have devoured quite a large number of Chicken Royale Meals in my time.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Que?
Chocolate or vanilla: Both?
Cappuccino or coffee: No ta... But surely cappuccino is coffee, isn't it?
Do you smoke: Not really
Do you swear: Never. I'm aghast at the suggestion
Do you sing: I do (you could listen to some old recordings at www.myspace.com/sobchak, if you wanted to)
Do you shower daily: More often than not
Have you been in love: I have
Do you want to go to college: Once was probably enough
Do you want to get married: A piece of paper doesn't seem especially necessary
Do you believe in yourself: I think, therefore I am
Do you get motion sickness: I do not believe so
Do you think you are attractive: That depends on relative to whom or what
Are you a health freak: Well, I did run the London marathon last year (for Oxfam, and you can still sponsor me kids, just go to www.bmycharity.com/sponsorajack armed with your favourite credit or debit card - you know you want to), but that isn't really in keeping with my general approach to life.
Do you get along with your parents: Other than being told to "get the fuck out of this house!!!" after accusing Bernado Corradi of taking a "horrible dive" during a recent Manchester derby, I would say 'yes'
Do you like thunderstorms: So long as I'm either in or not too far from a warm dry place then yes, yes I do
Do you play an instrument: The geetar. I wish I could do it better
In the past month have you drank alcohol: Too much, too often. But it was Christmas
In the past month have you smoked: Yes, I tend to steal the occasional rollie from friends
In the past month have you been on drugs: Alcohol and nicotine, and ibuprofen
In the past month have you gone on a date: Nope
In the past month have you gone to a mall: I have not
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: What in God's holy name are you blathering about?
In the past month have you eaten sushi: I don't think so
In the past month have you been on stage: I have, as it happens. Well, sort of. Open mic night. Went alreet
In the past month have you been dumped: No
In the past month have you gone skinny dipping: Not unless a bath counts
In the past month have you stolen anything: I've downloaded some music. I guess that's theft
Ever been drunk: It has been known. For an example of what can happen when I go out for a few scoops, I shall refer you to some text penned in early March 2004...Went to see Snow Patrol last night. Good gig. Decided afterwards that it would be rude not to hang around the back to see the band. Damon Gough (aka Badly Drawn Boy) came out to try to get some reception on his phone, but there was no sign of the patrol. The bouncers were being decidedly unresponsive to our desires when we knocked on the door, so the only course of action left open to me was to throw a load of twigs and leaves through an open dressing room window. And who should pop his head up but Snow Patrol head honcho Gary Lightbody. So he came out to see us, and a thoroughly jolly nice chap he is too.Headed next door to Big Hands with the bands after that. Had a long old chat with Damon (kept telling him he had to watch The Big Lebowski a couple more times to really appreciate it fully, he's only seen it once you see) and Gary (or Gazza as I call him), turns out he's a big fan of Neil Young and Bright Eyes. Which is nice. He was clearly getting pretty weary of my attentions by the end though.It's good stuff hanging out with musicians, you get bought drinks by people who mistake you for someone of import: had a whiskey and a tequila shot free of charge. I was also chatting to some trendy guy in a dodgy hat who said he'd do the artwork for my album. Just a bit of a shame that I haven't got an album, really.For some reason I didn't get let on the tour bus (apparently it was something to do with the fact that I have absolutely no connection to any of the bands), but the guy who was loading on bottles of beer did give me a couple, which I proceeded to smash on the floor. I then seemingly decided that the best course of action to take was to find a nice comfy spot on the pavement on which to put my head down for a bit of a kip.I rose a little while later to discover that my shoe-laces had been tied together, much to the amusement of some people I could hear laughing. Not really liking being laughed at, and unable to undo the knot, I took my shoes off, flung them at the bus, and walked off. The guy who'd tied them together came after me with my shoes and managed to seperate the laces. He claimed that he'd done me a favour by tying them, as it had woken me up and saved me from freezing to death. Not in complete accord with his claim of the selflessness of his actions, I slurred a few insults at him and walked off. I then remember walking aimlessly around singing a Morrissey song for a while, before deciding it was time to stagger home.Got in at about half past five. I may have been drinking.
Ever been called a tease: Not to my recollection
Ever been beaten up: Not really
Ever shoplifted: As a wee nipper
How do you want to die: Peacefully in my sleep like my grandad, not screaming and panicking like the passengers in his car. (Couldn't resist that one, I'm afraid)
What are your religious views: Just as it is theoretically possible that there is a teapot orbiting the sun in the outer reaches of our solar system - technically speaking, there could be a 'god' but, in a practical sense, I believe that there is no such thing. I'm not sure if I think that people being religious does more harm or good; I shall ponder further.
What do you want to be when you grow up: A good man (and thorough)
What country would you most like to visit: Iraq looks like a nice place for a spot of relaxation at the moment
In a girl..
Favourite eye colour: Violet
Favourite hair colour: Green, blue and purple
Short or long hair: Yes
Height: Must be at least 9 foot
Weight: 25 stone
Best clothing style: Sparse
Number of drugs I have taken: Of the illegal variety, 5 different types (but consumption is far from regular)
Number of CDs I own: Many
Number of piercings: None
Number of tattoos: None
Number of things in my past I regret: Who's to say that things could ever have been different?
