If you're reading this you're probably either one of my parents or a recruitment consultant (in which case, please skip over the part about me having appeared in 127 hardcore porn films to support my crack habit and the ten children I've fathered, and joining the French Foreign Legion to escape a murder charge—I made it up to make for a more interesting read, honestly).
Well, what can I tell you… My name’s David, and I was born in Cambridge in the early 1970s. I spent a lot of time in the Cardiff area and now live in London, where I work as a web designer/developer at Out of the Trees.
All the usuals, in fair working order: head, torso, above average number of arms and legs (although occasionally to be found legless). Roughly halfway between very short and very tall. Blue/grey eyes and slightly short-sighted (some would say in more than one sense). All my own teeth, no fillings one filling. More hair on my toes than on my chest.
It’s a nickname my friends have bestowed upon me due to my premature greying hair.
Yes, apart from my natural dark brown, I’ve also had red and green hair in the past.
It’s a weird mammal — visit Badgerland for more info.
Q: What’s orange and sounds like a parrot?
A: A carrot
“Gray Hair is a crown of splendor;
It is attained by a righteous life.”
Proverbs 16:31
I was once slagged-off on BBC TV’s Kilroy. By an ex-girlfriend’s mentalist mother. No, I wasn’t there - I didn’t know anything about it until after it was broadcast - and it really upset the ex. So until I get the opportunity to give Robert Kilroy-Silk the damn good thrashing he deserves, here’s a picture of him covered in shit.
And, scraping the barrel, this site was once mentioned in the Guardian.
Let’s just say it took place on my 18th birthday, and involved about half a dozen of my so called ‘friends’, a public place, a prickly paint brush, and a tub of green hair dye.
Having a little ‘accident’ in the library of the largest American airforce base in Europe when I was about six years old. Anyway, embarrassing at the time, but in retrospect I feel it was an unconscious protest against nuclear weapons. On the other hand, maybe it was just the excitement of seeing all those cool American cars and a bowling alley for the first time…
Yes, but not at the moment.
Yes, twice. Thankfully only for a couple of hours to take photos, as opposed to being incarcerated as a menace to society. Never even been arrested — but there’s time yet…
This is the umpteenth incarnation of my blog; the first emerged kicking and screaming into this world in August 1997, and promptly had its bottom smacked by the midwife.
Originally it was maintained by hand/FTP, then I switched to Blogger for a while, before rolling my own PHP script. After a while I moved over to pMachine for about 18 months, then used b2evolution from the spring of 2004 until October 2006, before settling on Wordpress. A little indecisive I admit.
Most of my photos are taken on a Nikon D80.
I retain the copyright on all my photos and writing on this site. Please don't use stuff without asking first—if it's for a non-commercial project, I'll almost certainly say yes.