The Twaddle isn't and has never been a tree – I've made that clear from the beginning. Secondly, if anything around here doesn't work as it's supposed to, I'm the first person who has to shift the blame.
I'm Greg, by the way.
I enjoy using the words “monkeys” and “cheese”, often in combination, and making non-sequitur comments, often about Gardner having lost The Game. Yes, I'm a bastard.
And I'm somewhat nocturnal, or perhaps vespertine – much of The Twaddle was erected under cover of darkness, that the scourge of natural light might not disturb my glorious endeavour.
I have an impeccable taste in music. Arbitrary, perhaps; odd, probably; but impeccable nonetheless. Other people may fail to realise this, but that's quite irrelevant.
I'm convinced that Björk is the most interesting person in the world.
I also write in unnecessarily short paragraphs.
If you like ginger (and proud) Northerners who are large and in charge, then I'm your man. The name's Matt, and I'm an aspiring journalist.
I graduated with a BA (Hons.) in History from The University of Hull with a 2:2. I'm now part of a prestigious journalism course in the North-East that will give me that extra boost in the right direction.
Apart from the incongruousness between my left-wing orientation and my love for anything American (like football, movies, football, ice hockey, football, etc.), there's not much else to me.
Then again, I love pretty much anything music- and comedy-wise. These include the band Air, TV shows including Scrubs, Family Guy and Aqua Teen Hunger Force and films like Snatch, Shaun of the Dead, Goodbye Lenin!, and so on.
My main love, however, is Hartlepool United F.C.. You know, after the obvious family and friends thing.
When I grow up, I want to work in America. After I finish this course I'll do everything in my power to get across the Atlantic. I've grown tired of Britain, as much as I love it... I think America needs another stereotypical British journalist to shake things up a bit.
A collection of stuff by Greg.
Journalistic pseudo-crap and ramblings from a newly-qualified, opinionated Hartlepudlian.
This edition published 2007-09-14
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