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If all the bloggers in the world were killed, would anyone notice?

(probably not)

External Services:
This livejournal has recently been reactivated after years of me finding it more of a chore than a pleasure. Good news for those of you who think it's good news! I can also be found in the following places:

http://www.myspace.com/davebryantpoetry (even has a regularly updated blog)
http://www.left-and-to-the-back.blogspot.com (music blog focussing on weird curios and lost gems)

“About me”? What about me?

The problem with filling in these descriptive passages is that you inevitably either end up sounding ridiculously self-important, overly self-deprecating, or an utter whacky idiot, therefore I’ll try to be as concise and bland as I can.

I was born in Ilford in 1973, being the fourth and youngest sprog in my family. I had to vocally compete for attention with my elder brothers (who are identical twins) and my sister in a tiny prefabricated council house in the area (“Are you trying to show off your ‘authentic’ roots here?” – a voice) which is probably why I don’t talk as much as I should in public and spend far too much time waffling away expressing my thoughts on paper. Or then again, maybe this has absolutely nothing to do with anything. Ask Freud.

In 1983 my parents moved to Southend, a shift I will hold against them for the rest of their lives, and I didn’t get released from that broken down seaside town – where Morrissey appropriately shot the video for “Everyday is Like Sunday” - until I went to university in Portsmouth in 93. That particular navy city seemed like such a thriving metropolis in comparison that for some reason I didn’t properly get around to moving to London until the beginning of 2000 (and even then, I almost considered Harrow instead).

Since then I’ve had a few interesting jobs in the media, although I work as a project manager for a charity these days. Perhaps more importantly though, I am also a published poet, with various bits and pieces out and about in bookstores all over the place - refer to the Myspace page if you want more information.

I also went travelling round Australia, New Zealand and Canada in 2004 (there’s a travel journal of sorts here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/23daves) and got married to my Canadian partner Amanda on a beach in Fiji in January 2005. What next? Oh, I don’t know. Good things, hopefully. A confusing cocktail of good and bad things, more likely. The future is an open book, and I remain forever hopeful that the book in question isn’t “The Journal of the Plague Year”, and that I’m not sitting on one of the pages immediately prior to the first outbreak of some suspicious looking pox.

Oh, and I have no problem with being added to the friends list of strangers - you need not feel that you are intruding, nothing goes on this journal that I wouldn't be happy mentioning to someone face to face if I met them in a bar (at least, not unfiltered). So please don't feel the need to ask or lurk anonymously. God knows why you'd find my life interesting, but clearly a number of random people have so far... whatever gets you through the night, I suppose.

And... another place I can be found is on Audioscrobbler: http://www.last.fm/user/23Daves/

This week, it tells me I have mostly been listening to:

And if you really want to soundstalk me, here's the last ten tracks I listened to:

free web page counters

alan partridge, alasdair gray, angel pie, animals that swim, anti-folk, antifolk uk, art, art of noise, australia, beach boys, bedazzled, berlin, bill drummond, billy liar, birds, birdyak, bis, blang, bob cobbing, boman brothers, brasseye, british psychedelia, buff medways, canada, cathal coughlan, chocolate soup for diabetics, chris morris, chris t-t, clinic, comedy, creation records, dada, david j, depeche mode, dexy's midnight runners, dunn's river nurishment, dylan moran, earl brutus, elastica, eurovision, father ted, fatima mansions, felt, fifteen storeys high, found poetry, fuck off batman, gigs, go! team, graham greene, harry hill, hiking, howard brenton, inaura, insects, jack, jeremy reed, joe orton, john safran, julian cope, klf, london, mark e smith, melbourne, microdisney, misty's big adventure, music, nathan barley, nature, new zealand, niall spooner harvey, novelty sixties pop, nuggets, paul auster, performance poetry, pinball, polyester, pretentious myspace profiles, pulp, rachel pantechnicon, reeves and mortimer, roddy lumsden, roxy music, rubble, scott walker, second hand stores, sergeant buzfuz, simon munnery, spinal tap, stella street, stone roses, super furry animals, sweet, syd barrett, sylvia plath, teardrop explodes, the bees, the day today, the edukators, the fall, the klinker, the league against tedium, the prisoner, the sugars, the white stripes, tindersticks, tism, travelling, vic reeves, vinyl, wales, walthamstow, west heath yard, whizzer and chips, wire, withnail and i, xtc