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| A babbling, dysfunctional, hedonist, taking another punt into the quagmire of depravity. Seeking, ideally, a female-led relationship.
Typically suit-clad (non of that slim-fit tweed business), 6'0 tall, and 'allegedly' good looking (photos available on request).
My tastes are a tad non-conventional, I love the macabre, soak up bizarre information, and I'm pretty terrible at cricket (or all things sporty). Also a dab-hand with a cocktail shaker, highly fond of gin, and utterly loathing of cheese.
On the interests front, keen lover of books, fan of the more 'classical' art, almost ashamed to admit I like jazz (St. James Infirmary being an all time favourite), and often spotted gesticulating wildly to Benny Goodman. Despite being an optimist, I happen to have quite a dark, cynical sense of humour, wrapped in a love of foul language.
Particularly fond of the phrase 'terrible cunt', both as a term of endearment, and as a deive for racists, homophobes, trumpists, zealots, and my passive-aggressive neighbours.
I am also quite science-centric, with little energy for astrology, religion, superstition, or 'alternative' anythings. Au revoir.
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