Hello, you insanely beautiful bastard. I've been tagged in a cunning pincer movement strategem by the delectable Helen and port-happy Piers to reveal five things which other folks might consider lame, but which I'm weirdly proud of. Christ. Where to begin? You only want five, right? Okay then...
1) I love magic tricks. Always have, always will. I love the iconography of magic - the random nature of its props. Dice, silk scarves, metallic rings, cups, balls (steady, Lucy) and Chinese coins. Bought £60 worth of magic off eBay just the other week. Lovely.
2) I enjoy movie sequels. No idea why, but I can't get enough of them. Obviously, I don't love bad ones. But whereas some people groan at the thought of a second, third or indeed 28th instalment of a film franchise, I'm all, like, "Yeah, dude, bring on Leprechaun 11 - let's see where the little fella ends up this time".
3) I'm sentimental about cuddly toys. I still have a few. All with names. All somehow alive, in my warped, child-like imagination.
4) I love Tunnels & Trolls. This is the 80s roleplaying system which was forced into relative obscurity by the mega-stardom of Dungeons & Dragons. I like T&T (hey, look at me, using cool short-hand), because besides being a system for multiple players, it also issued several wonderful solo adventures. Much like Oli, I always loved the choose-your-own-path style solo book stuff.
5) I once played guitar in a thrash metal band called Tenebrae. We never recorded anything in a studio and only ever played one gig, when we weren't ready, having only been formed a couple of months beforehand. I had big heavy metal hair back then, like that of Slash from Guns N' Roses. Interestingly, from that one gig I got myself two girlfriends. Not at the same time. If I remember rightly.
Without doing too much checking, admittedly, I hereby tag Annie Rhiannon, Andrew Goodman, James Moran, the late Chinese dictator Mao Tse-tung and Graham Linehan. Clearly, those last two are pretty much neck-and-neck in terms of likelihood.