I'm a Londoner and I see beauty in my city and the interruptions and complaints of the saints and the sinners, the losers and the winners and the static suited men with their neatly brushed comb-overs and the raggedy andys of the streets, to sleep beneath a bookshop with an empty coffee cup would be a nightmare for a single night, if only no-one interrupts.

I'm Nineteen years young, I like to smile but rarely find cause.
I like to wear stripes and I like to wear shirts with collars and have a real affinity for both the 1960's Mod movement, and the cultural identity of the late nineteenth century. I draw on one for music and clothing, and the other for literature and inspiration. Sometimes they swop.
I could write you a story in twenty minutes, but I can't tie my own shoelaces.
I play Guitar but wish I'd learned a more interesting instrument, an interestument perhaps?

Feel free to add my Msn or contact me through this medium, I'm all for conversation about poetry and comparing my poems with others, or just late-night chit chat.

I'm not much of a sleeper, and my teardrops smell of caffeine and cigarettes.


Tally-Ho!