After tumbling from the top of the stairs to-no-where-in-particular that is the Ivory Tower, I am now scuffling against the other piglets to get my snout enough in the trough for a decent feed
Interests are the standard somewhat-vacant bourgeoisie stuff: film, theatre, politics (or rather the ‘theatre of politics’), music, cafes, comedy, bars, art, photography, writing, rapport with raconteurs, and so on and so forth.