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a happy, fairly chaotic force of nature

Optimistic and bouncy,with an inability to see the sheer futility of life :)

Bright,funny,honest and up front.

Ok, time to sell myself! The meek definetly will not be inheriting the earth, they're going to end up in a clapped out council house wih 6 kids and a drug habit. I'm not a god, nor even a sixth cousin three times removed, but neither am I Quasimodos manky uglier brother with a mucus problem who never gets a snog off bridesmaids at a wedding. So here's the Big Picture... Great sense of humour, confident, outgoing and prone to seeing the sheer lunacy of life therefore not taking it very seriously at all, which is a good thing else I'd go stark staring mad Veritable thing on a spring most of the time, with a deep and abiding hatred of the human race at others. Impulsive personality which leaves me dashing across the minefield, when I should be poking the ground cautiously with a very long stick, and that gets me into all kinds of trouble. Wouldn't have it any other way though, I wouldn't be who I am otherwise! Born survivor who thrives on new challenges. Caring, affectionate and eloquent. Also able to display more emotion than "fury at the ref". Two children by a previous who I love to bits, 16 and 15 years old(!) so children don't worry me in the slightest (they sense a kindred spirit!) Came back to Lincs after a spell darn sarf, miss a few of the people down there but happy enough to be back. Ex biker (due to illness), back into guitar (3 and counting), forever got my head stuck in a book and I'd rather listen to music than slob in front of the telly all night. Striving (erm...very slowly!) for self employment and working for a military surplus auction warehouse, enjoying it immensely so far - work I can get my back into and great people to work for. If you ever need a rocket launcher, armoured car or worrying items with radioactive signs plastered all over them, I'm your man. Closet-bound geek by all accounts, whether I'm up to my armpits in engine parts, pc's or (oddly) laymans interstellar astronomy. Layman means I'm basically thick, but I try to fight it. I've got a headful of useless facts...go on, ask me why cornish pasties have got the apparently pointless ridge Very prone to doing daft, spontaneous, and very possibly stupidly dangerous things. No real sense of self preservation! To date, I've been shot at, electrocuted via the national grid 4 times, run over (by my own bike) and fallen off a ladder holding a chainsaw.