What is there to say? I am a chap, a chap who enjoys simple pleasures - exhaling long, pungent plumes of dazzling white crack smoke into the unwittingly agape mouths of slumbering toddlers, futilely trying to nail jelly to the wall, riding my bicycle, lighting cigarettes with the hair of screaming children, planning world domination, and cruising for burgers in daddy's new car. I am a socialist, a fascist, a structuralist, a post-structuralist, a father to 37, a young Conservative, and an expert on the spelling of the word trouser. I stand at 6'6 in my shoes, which is an ordinately large height for a chap with such a meagre ego. Sometimes I arrive with all of the grace of a flight of stairs falling down a flight of stairs. Sometimes I just creep up on you.

I'm not a cripple and I don't believe in self control. And I never get my come-uppance. Touch wood.

This Flickr account is largely a pointless vehicle set up to enable me to view Flickr accounts that I would otherwise be unable to peruse as a member of the great unregistered unwashed. You might get some juicy photos if you're lucky, you might not - I'm a fickle scumgullet at the best of times.