I was born. I fell down. I built castles in the sand. Then I visited Windsor Safari Park. I went to Secondary school. I failed to shave. After 7 very odd years I left. I went to university. I dropped out. I told everyone I was taking out a year. I went back. I cooked various chickens. I graduated. I’m now looking for work, cash and fulfilment, in whichever order is the most emotionally gratifying. Currently trying to finish um… whatever it is I’m doing this week… so… uh… yeah. Best get on, eh?