Bored would-be author, drinking himself to inelegance in London. Likes the inside of Victorian pubs where old men do the crazy frog impression and give accusing looks to leather furniture for not getting the joke. It's not easy being the sensitve, bookish type in the big city, you know...and editing porn-lit for a living has rather lost its appeal. Ah well, such is life. Anyway, how rude of me, how are you?