I live behind a computer somewhere in the nethers of merry 'ole England that is possibly seen on a map to be 'Newcastle', but known locally as 'Teh Toon'. Life consists of recovering from the traditional hangover, dragging oneself to college where the brain is subjected to the phenomenon known as Mr Firth. The origins of this naturally occouring granite-like substance remain unknown, though after intensive study was found to preceed the dinosaurs, and to have been on first name terms with the Cheddar Man. After approximately half an hour of exposure the human brain will become a similar consistency and appearance to tomato soup and induce acute insanity, which explains all the orange leprechauns and fully half of what I write.

I enjoy rugby, swimming, watching TV and otherwise generally demolishing any calorie loss resultant from rugby or swimming. I've always been a keen writer, and am currently half way through typing a novel i started as a bet (true story!) but became so attatched to it grew to a disproportionate length almost overnight. I stumbled upon the wonderful world of yiff when searching for information on Dragons and was instantly hooked, for which I blame Mc Caffery's Pern books and the *ahem* informative accounts therein :-p
I used to work part time at a stables (nothing like that happened, seriously!) and currently intend to join the Royal Marines on completion of this gruelling year. My friends, Gerodies all, consist of a small yet select group of maniacs, embittered and driven to homocidal madness by the removal of chips from the canteen. I share their preference for heavy metal music, studded black leather, long hair and motorbikes with a CC higher than a troubled teenager on anphetamines. I am hetrosexual but maintain an open mind regarding other's preferences and way of life, until we reach the subject of Chavs, which is my only sticking point. Anyone who understands what a Chav is requires no further explanation or encouragment. Just grab a heavy, hard object and head to the nearest bus shelter.
I may accept STORY commisions subject only to how much free time I have at the given moment. No garuntees I'm afraid, since my own work takes precidence and coursework has a nasty habit of appearing at an unexpected moment, much like the tax man and generally to the same universal sense of enthusiasm. Just give me a "Yareet?" if you have an idea and I'll see what I can do.

Cheers all!