My name is not El, nor indeed Sid, but in honour of a man who is said to have done his finest work while being deaded and strapped to his horse, I suppose El Sid appeals to an Australian of English parentage such as my 'umble self. Sidney being as Aussie as a meat pie, and El being where I have spent a good many private moments...so apologies to the Cid.
Oh, I should mention that I endured English public school as a lad, when my parents returned to Blighty for some years.
Like the fry part of sole I too am a self-confessed manic depressive (OK, pedants, type uno bipolar affective disorder, intermingled with a jolly healthy dose of post traumatic stress disorder, a long history of smoking cigarettes and weed, together with the usual terminal emphysema of someone who is now 56). Apart from that I'm your typical Aussie knockabout lad ...except of course I'm not. I have a degree in applied science, and another one in education, with a major in acting and another in not. Needless to say I have not acted professionally since..but rather discovered that being a musician got me more sex. Being a bad musician for the first twenty years of that experiment, that mostly meant being raped by my audience of course, but buggers can't be choosers.
Teaching other people's bloody kids paid some bills along the way, when all else failed.
I hate sport...apart from pre-Pakistan cricket (I am related to Johny Wardle the famously not so famous English Test spin bowler) and like him have a bit of the madness. I won an important fencing medal and then got stabbed, so rapidly gave that up.
I have no idea where this is going of course because I am drunkish, a bit edgy, having been off the fags for six months (I'm a vagina chaser btw) and what have you. Married three times...thankfully to three different women.
All a bit of an intro really and all this without reading a sodding word of what any of the rest of you chasps and chaspettes have typed.
I DO like Stephen Fry though and hope one day to have sex with his goldfish's sister. He is also on my provisional list of people who can come to my wake. I'm too shy at the moment to invite him to dinner, as I'm not sure he'd taste that good.
I'll go now. I have to.........
Oh yes, I am a violinist of preposterous imbecility, but rather a good Uilleann Piper when I have the energy.
Life is fun is it not?
Yes, I know, the jury is still out on that one.
Ta ta for now......
