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(Music Tip) find a song - open it up - click on the tag 'Music.' - it'll bring up a page of aural ambrosia - 'Fie, fie, go to it canker-blossom, find your love-in-idleness.'

(temporary added note) email address: agentbilly@hotmail.com - Sometimes the links don't work. This is an act of a malicious god of some kind, When I find out what kind I'll kneel on his windpipe and call him girly names. If the links aren't working, please let me know using the very silly email above. Thank you.







John Vannai - 27, English, yorkshireman living in Bath. I confess that I suffer occasionally from milk-guilt (I have a house-mate who shops more efficiently than I), I also invented the hyphen. Just made that last part up but I assure you it’s true.

My favourite piece of information is that Branwell Brontë, brother of Emily and Charlotte, died standing up leaning against a mantelpiece, in order to prove it could be done.

Wait, no; my absolute favourite piece of information is the fact that young sloths are so inept that they frequently grab their own arms and legs instead of tree limbs, and fall out of trees — which you might think is mean of me. Of course you’d be right, but not to worry, I was lying: it’s not my favourite piece of information after all.

My absolute, supreme favourite piece of information is this: there is a large kink in the Trans-Siberian Railway because when the tsar decreed that the Trans-Siberian Railway should be built, he drew on a map with a ruler where the decreed tracks should run. The ruler had a nick in it.

Do you feel like you know me any better? Thought not.

I'll be mostly posting bits of writing here and there, a few songs, pictures and the odd quote. I'm exquisitely ignorant of what Tumblr actually is used for - you all seem to know what you're doing though, so I'll just follow your lead shall I.

So tell me, how does one end this part? How's best to say goodbye? I always did make an awkward bow.


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