Shortish, caucasian male, starting to get podgy as middle age catches up with ever lengthening strides. What more is there? Well, I live in a rather drab market town in the south of England, a few miles from the Solent, smack in the centre of middle England.
I live here with my wife, two daughters, son, six felines, a couple of Volkswagens and several elderly macintosh computers, in a large house that is desperately in need of some refurbishment. In the garden I grow some fruit and veg, a newish interest that all my dear family assure me is a sure sign of the rate of marble loss outstripping follicle loss.
I read quite a lot of books, spend too much dosh on cds that the rest of the family hate, rarely watch the box, have never voted conservative, loathe football, and that's about all you're ever likely to need to know about me. Oh, and there's the thing with the fish as well, but that's another story.
There's another page elsewhere (I'll sort a link out when I get the tuit) with pictures of boats and the like on it. Since I started taking pictures as part of earning a living, it's not fun any more, which is a shame...
The Shed (uk.rec.sheds).... and coj's wibble... It's a state of mind more than anything else...
