I suppose a brief introduction would be in
order. If I'm to throw my life into the public domain then you deserve
a brief history.
Whether you choose to believe anything that is scribed below is up to
you...
Born in the jungles of south east London I spent the formative years of
my life in various trailers and on building sites across London and
Kent. From Catford to Biggin Hill we roamed, settling finally in the
Weald of Kent where my education was completed and my life skills
honed. Finally my parents abandoned me in a basket at Gatwick airport
and sent me out into the big wide world. New York, Lanzarote, Tooting.
These exotic locations became the backgrounds to the drama of my life.
Fire breathing, juggling, potato picking. These became the means to my
end. I spent several years following the path of the 'New Age
Traveller' fighting hopelessly for my 'right' to party, spinning funky
house music for the masses, forming a sound system called Aphrodisiac
that would spread groove to the masses. My ancient Bedford bus took me
to the hills of Portugal, where it quietly died leaving a shell that
became a shed that held the tools that built my house out of stones.
Lots of stones.
I've been around the world and back. I've met Buddha, Carl Cox and Max
(from Bristol). I became a father, a son, a carpenter, a builder. A
surfer. A now it seems - a blogger.
The tale continues.
....if you have any comments, queries or complaints, not just about this site but the state of the universe. Or whatever. Then drop me a line and I will either completely ignore it or not. Or maybe something in between....
If there is anything you want to know then email me at info...
If there is anything you want to tell me then mail me at postmaster...
(both @papersurfer.co.uk)
Highlights from recent emails...
"Think
you are
full of wank
really.
And most likely in denial - about, well, almost everything. Sorry, but
it's true." "the thing that resonated most for me was the potato picking" "Great Blog thingy ,I was gonna do one but it would be soooo
boring
ie;,you got up ,went to work ,read a book,scratched my arse(again) etc
,repeat ad infinitum" "Whats all this you spoon, you forgot to mention the wakey
massive!" "Dear Papersurfer - Golly gosh what a terrific blog - Much
love Daddy "
