Well, what can i say? I think i'll start at the beginning, so my current "rock'n'roll" lifestyle will be down at the bottom of the page. This page is left intentionally vague because a) i can't be arsed writing anymore; b) when i'm big and famous i'm gonna make you all buy my autobiography. c) it aint finished yet.

The Beginning..

I was born an ikle baby at Park Hospital, now Trafford General Hospital (i think they've built over the park bit now), to me mum. Can't remember how heavy i was -who cares anyway, in fact it will be amazing if anyone is still reading at this point. Anyway... i don't remember much, for obvious reasons, and i really can't be bothered asking my parents. So tough luck.

Primary School -the beginning of the academic experience

I went to St.Mary's C of E Primary School, in Davyhulme. My first headmaster was this strange bloke with a beard called Mr Jones-Davis. Don't remember much about him. Probably for the best.

High School

My High school, Trinity High School, Manchester, was an interesting place, i suppose. It was in Moss-side, although they insisted it was in Greenheys, as no-one had heard of that place. We had metal detectors on the doors... that's rubbish, there was nothing wrong with the place, and no gang-land shootouts on the tennis courts, despite what people think.

Xaverian 6th Form College

I can't be bothered telling you much about this place. It was ok. The local kebab shops were good though. Kashmiri Spice was the best, a small donor with salad on a nice fresh nan for £1.50.. mmmmm.

Sheffield Uni

I went to Sheffield University, in the Department of Computer Science (to give it it's posh title). I graduated after 3 years with a BSc (that's Bachelor of Science kids) in Computer Science with a 2.1 (Class 2 Division 1). Which i was incredibly happy about given my aversion to properly writing things up.

Back Home

I went back to Manchester and moved back in with my parents, spent quite a bit of time job seeking and got a job with a company called Trade-Check doing data entry. Boring but enjoyable in its own way.

Return to Sheffield

Being in Sheffield with my mates was too alluring so back moved back to the sun-kissed flatlands with my house-mates from uni and set about getting a respectable job to pay the bills.

Now...

I've got a boring deeply-fulfilling job with a bank. I'm not really motivated to find somewhere better gaining much sought after transferable skills.