Who the hell am I? If only I knew. Rumour has it I was raised by a pack of wild guinea pigs in the outer northern reaches of Bristol sometime in the last century. Escaping school by gnawing through my chain I took up the life of a vagabond artist, and extreme poverty.
Interests include: art, ferrets, rats, natural sciences generally, archiving, comedy, Doctor Who, animation, cycling, surfing, swimming, film, writing and I may add more later. If you're not careful.
More stuff soon.
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