For those who care who I am...
Right, this section is all about me, I'll keep it short as I don't want to go on for hours about my boring life, just the little facts you may want to know:
Name: Dave
Nick: PleeeaR
Where the fuck did 'PleeeaR'
come from?: Shit story.
Where you from?: North England
Favourite Bands: GreenDay,
Slayer, Offspring, PanterA, Rage against the Machine, One Minute
Silence, Prodigy, Sex Pistols, Pitchshifter, Motorhead,
FooFighters, Nirvana, Misfits, Napalm Death, Therapy? and
Biohazard.
Favourite Album: Nimrod By
GreenDay
3 Favourite Songs: Cemetery
Gates by PanterA, Monkey Wrench by FooFighters, Eyeless by
Slipknot
Age: Soon to be 17
Birthday: June 9th 1983
When did you decide to
start writing poetry?: God
only knows the exact date. I used to write when I was a kid, got
a poem published in a shitty book to raise money for something or
other, can't remember now so it can't have been that much of a
worthy cause. I started writing again in '99 sometime, around
September I think. I'd written about 5 before I met Spacey, then
I wrote about 10 in two weeks. She's probably the biggest
influence on me at the moment.
Whats your favourite poem
that you've wrote yourself?: {us}
Any other hobbies apart from poetry?: Not much, getting pissed (Drunk,
if you don't know that term), listening to music and pissing
about with my mates (which is what I do most of the time really).
Any Regrets in life so far?: Yeah, I need to learn to play the
fucking guitar!
Pictures bit!:
This picture was taken on a really shit school geography trip to France which cost £300 (Around $600) but the food tasted like warm shit and the wine tasted like vinegar. Didn't stop me getting pissed and starting a road protest by sitting in the middle of a road (Which I don't have a picture of right now, but someone else has).
The only time you'll ever catch me in a suit is at a wedding. So then, heres a picture of me at a wedding. Smiling as usual...
Back to the school geography trip again and here I'm walking across a beach. Why someone took this picture I'll never know but I think It looks quite cool. It wasn't though, it was fucking boiling and I ended up with sunburn all over my face. Which was lovely as you can imagine.
To the far left of the picture we have Rich, he's my best m8, then in the middle is me, looking rather pissed off and sunburnt, but never mind. To the far left we have Mark who is 17 going on 38 because he's going bald already and he talks shit like old people do. To the upper left of my face are Carrie's legs. Lovely. Here we all are sitting on the same beach as above, looking as happy as ever and sporting a red face.
Thats it, time to go back now:
