HybridAnglo

Mongrel sort, shiftless and under-employed. A bitter disappointment to his mum. She wanted a cat. A quixotic creature, mainly nocturnal in his activities, he can be domesticated by use of ice cream (carrot) and harsh words (stick). Is to be found, usually with camera (or Guinness) in hand, lying on the floor in front of some architectural structure in the hope of finding a new angle. By parts, cynical and hopeful (depending upon how much ice cream is left), he retains the ability to charm the birds from the trees, but is equally likely to berate them for such predictability. Has a bit of a thing for French actresses. And the thought of bloody revolution. Sleep and Hybrid are only vague acquaintances. Will occasionally talk about himself in third person. Pretentious goon!