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Dear Earthling,

I have a slight confession to make. I am what they call a late bloomer. If you had met me earlier you would of come to the conclusion that I was actually something of a royal pain in the ass. As you have already guessed from this I am not really that skilled at writing about myself because I hate all forms of self-flagalation, which is why, whilst your reading this I bent over in a compremising position and reminding myself who is actually the daddy.

For some unprescribed reason this not a normal occurance as I actually leave a double life. One is a life of constant rambling, misguided creativity and emotion; whilst the other involves a professional who by day is involved in supporting and helping children achieve their full potential. Contrary to popular metho's and depending who you speak to on this website (I dont have many fans, I am actually a really sensible and down to earth person in real life but if I'm being completely honest with you I dont often let that side out on this website for one reason - this website is a means of an outlet of all that I would never dare to say as my professional self.

Despite such obvious mental misgivings I have survived due to the staple diet of:

1. The works of George Orwell, Shakespear and Charles Dickins.
2. Books such as American Pyscho, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1984 and Animal Farm, Wuthering Heights.
3. Rage Against the Machine, Tracey Chapman, any form of classical music, Led Zepplin and Pink Floyd.
4. Watermelons and strawberry milkshakes.
5. Computer games.
6. Painting portraits in oils.
7. Practicing Tai Chi.
8. Comic books.
9. Illegal and legal substances.
10. The philosphies juxposed by Che Guvera, Martin Luther King, Bill Hicks, Tai Chi, Maclom X, Ghandi.

Whether it has been in that order is questionable but its nonetheless been an interesting ride.

If and when the time comes, my obituary will read simply; 'Lunatic, complicated and emotional. Survived by long suffering partner and 10 cats.' Although, I am alergic to cats and my partner is alergic to me (Im a pain the ass to live with).

Anyway, this is the point that one would say 'so read my stuff, like, yeah.' However, I'm a contancrous old koot and so as I grab my shotgun yelling 'Get of my porch you pesky v'armints!' remember one thing:

Life is just a phase you're going through...you'll get over it.

kind regard,

Emzu