Bromantis

Hello. This is a brief summary of me. The essence of Brodie. Like a perfume... Eau De Brodettu.

I have an allergy to kiwi fruit. I mention this because it is a good ice breaker. What you see as a fuzzy green tropical fruit, I see as death. Maybe not death, but definitely some life threatening syndromes. Ok, they make me vomit a bit and close my throat over. Regardless, fuck you kiwi fruit... fuck you very much.

When I was young I thought it would be a grand idea to put food colouring in our fish tank. My parents came home to a tank of bright green water and no fish. I thought it had exploded, we couldn't find it. Three days later we did find it... in the teabag pot... dead.
This is traumatic to me. Not because the fish died, but because no one appreciated how cool the fish tank looked. Fucking ingrates.

I have a scar on my right index finger from when I was about 15. I have a keyring pocket-knife that had come free in a Lynx deodorant gift pack. The scissor tool in it was dodgy and whatever mechanism kept it in place didn't work and as such it would slide out by itself. One day at Mentone train station it did this. In my pocket. In such a way that the tip of one of the scissor blades was sticking out the material in my pants. I was sitting down, and as I stood up I ran my hand along the side of my body.

It was a nice clean cut that I didn't even really acknowledge till after I was done spreading blood around the station. I got four stitches.

I could go on, but in essence. Ead De Brodettu. I'm just a pretty chilled guy that loves a joke. If you take yourself too seriously you'll hate me. I'm a smartass and I love satire. Emo? Punk? Slut? Pretentious? If you are any of these things, I'll probably offend you at some point, multiple times over.

FALLS FESTIVAL 06'!!!