Thought I would write a blog because the T.V. told me to. The lady said how expressing herself as a sexual being was liberating, the camp guy said he felt acknoledged because of the attention his blog recieved. Anyway, hell, broadband must have its uses whilst you're at uni for more than the occasional bargain from Play.com and some frittering away at 888... right?
So, my blog. Will just tell the story of my life from this point in time. So let me tell the proverbial, or perhaps metaphoric, 'you' a little about the author:
Fred is 22, he lives in Leeds, W.Yorkshire (England) as a final year student.
He lives with four male coursemates. Fred is heterosexual but for some reason enjoys flirting with gay men.
Fred enjoys good company, his independance, music from Robert Johnson to Portishead to Radiohead and beyond. Fred is an infrequent drug user who enjoys all-night Drum and bass parties around the area he lives.
Other than the sentimentals above, Fred is pretty lonely around Christmas. Despite close family and friends he doesn't have that special someone and has passed up on the love of what he thought the perfect woman. Why? Not too sure but if there is someone who fits the mould perfectly then they won't be too dis-similar from her. Fred thinks about her when he's lonely, not because he still loves her. And that doesn't warrant wasting her time.
God, this wasn't supposed to become so sombre! No more 3rd Person references I (that's right, 'I') promise. Oh, and also I am going to try and avoid the whole exclamation mark after every sentence and cliff-hanger-esque use of ...... so cliche....!!! 
