me and mum on my graduation day in Cambridge, shit I was so proud boo hoo hooo I nearly cried, well you have to when you have a brain the size of a peanut and only like girls movies and windsurfing

I hated being a lifeguard, having to rescue Laura from all those sharks was a shocking experience

I hated being a windsurf and waterski instructor too, it was just so difficult  

Drugs? Never

Cosmetic surgery? I defy gravity

Who would I like to get stuck in a Lift with? Mother nature. I'd like to ask her how she cleans herself up in the morning and still look good after the night before. Mel Gibson. Annette Benning. Shakespeare, he knows a couple of good one liners. Anyone of the dancers from the Kirov ballet and all of my tennis, heroes

Pose nude for the camera? Anything that cleans away the hypocrisy and almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me.

Reading? Captain Correlli's Mandolin by Louis de Bernieres

Music? Oh isn't it responsible for just about every mood. I love modern women soul singers like Toni Braxton, love Gloria Estefan and her latin grooves and a voice in female singing for me is Barbara Streisand. Plus thumping rock like Metallica (back to never never land) and Guns N Roses. Any latiny, tangoy, spanishy guitar and flamenco sounds in the bordellos.  And jazz, Coltrane, Miles Davies, funky fusiony, sexy you know! I still believe that the trumpet is sexier than the saxaphone, if you wanna argue with me, you will lose 

I could have lied There must be something in the way I feel That she don't want me to feel The stare she bares cut me I don't care You see so what if I bleed I could never change just what I feel My face will never show what is not real A mountain never seems to have the need to speak A look that shares so many seek the sweetest feeling I got fom you the things I said to you were true I could never change just what I feel My face will never show what is not real I could have lied I'm such a fool my eyes could never never never keep their cool showed he and I told her how she struck me but I'm fucked up now But now she's gone yes she's gone away a soulful song that would not stay you see she hides 'cause she is scared but I don't care I won't be spared

Food? Pasta with pasta and a side of pasta with a beer

Restaurant? Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves in Mombasa, Kenya WHAT!! A place.

Country? I love Africa, you get the sense of just how primitive and small we really are. And the sunsets!!!! But please let me go tothe south pacific before I die

City? I'd have to say Paris or Rome, New York and London

Place? Centre court at Wimbledon on mens semi finals day (the finals are becoming more disappointing) and of course who doesn't love the ocean, that natural jacuzzi

Language? Italian and French (I have a masters in languages) Swahili is good I learnt it when I was in Tanzania (When does the mail come? - Posta inafika saa ngapi?) Most days from now on kitty kat

Smoke? Cigars and brandy when the deal is done

Vice? Cigarettes and a beer when the deal ain't done

Sport? Tennis, I go to Wimbledon every year and windsurfing, the outdoors, in-line skating I was a waterski professional for five years (I am still skint though, so I must have been crap)

Number? 3's a crowd and it takes two to tango which brings me to...

Strip to your underwear if you're not in black tie. Get obscene if you want, but never casual. You feel an urge? 

Tough its pain, wrap yourself around it. Don't put on airs. What you seem must be what you are, and what you are is a mess, honey, but that's okay, as long as you wear it inside. Look sharp! Don't slouch. See anyone slouching here? Stay poised, taut, hard. Listen to your nerves. It's zero hour. Anxiety encroaches wave after wave, with every squeeze of the Bandoneon. Already twisted by the Contraposto of uprightness and savagery, this new tango turns the screws even tighter with its jazz dissonances and truncated phrasings. No relief. No quarter. At zero hour only passion can save you. 

Time is flowing backward and forward into the vortex. From the rooms come a warm air and a chocked melody of syncopated gasps. Something throbs. A vein under your skin. It's inside you now this bordello virus, this pleasure that tastes so much of anger and grief. When you find pools of pure, sweet light, bathe in their waters, balm for your lacerations. For the whiplash scars the Bandoneon is leaving on your soul. 

If this were the old Milonga of the slums, or those popular songs about painted faces and purloined love, you could let distance sketch a smile on your lips. Cheap irony. You won't get away that easily. This music is for you. It always had you in mind, your habits, your twitches, the tiny blood vessels bursting inside you when you hide what you feel. So walk in the parlour, bring your friend or come alone. Come hear the master as he unravels the win inside the box, as he presses the growling tiger that threatens to embrace him and shapes the beast into a purring kitten. And tiger again. And kitten. It's all a game. You're going to dance with the tiger. Don't worry, your life is in danger. Remember your instructions. Listen up, and suffer, Motherfucker, this is the tango.

Star sign? the most powerful one in the zodiac 

To Know Me: 

Some people find my sensuality intimidating, but others are drawn to it. I'll admit, I'm a tough act to follow, but once you've met me, you seldom move on.

...Is to Love Me: 

I feel things on a deeper level than most. But don't be fooled -- I'll bounce back from any hurt you can inflict. Of course, I'll probably be the one who refuses to get close because commitment is a four-letter word.

Read My Mind: 

Better to survey the outer wrapping first: Keep your distance.

Read My Lips: 

Come up and see me sometime.

My favourite Possession? Wit 

My hero? Mother nature and Mel Gibson is just such a handsome bastard

Colour? Black 

Animal? A horse or a dog or a dolphin or a tiger

Occupation? Gypsy, I was a waterski/windsurf instructor in Europe and other places. Turkey, Greece, Italy, Spain, France and USA where I skied the tour for a couple of years. 

I set up a magazine for the members of the British water Ski Federation, British Waterskier. A magazine called Body (Men's Fitness type), a magazine called Wind, Sand and Surf, covering all the watersports and skiddy, slidey, slippy sports around the world.

I helped set up two newspapers in Tanzania, Africa in the capital Dar es salaam, beautiful place on the indian ocean, The Guardian and Nipashe, and ran Dar es Salaam TV station as station manger. 

Previous to the media I have worked as a barman, teacher, sports instructor, washer upper in just about every outhouse, doghouse, and souse house from Peking to Australia, and back again. I've been a barman in a million places, (all very cool by the way) but I lost my heart for The Exchange Brasserie in Cambridge, UK where I studied for my degree (no I didnt study in the brasserie, well not academic study anyway, no in the place CAMBRIDGE, yes that is right I have the brain the size of a walnut, I am incredibly stupid). 

I was also a personal fitness trainer in the gym that was a part of the place on the lower floor and trained such notables as Katrina and the Waves (walkin' on sunshine) lead singer Katrina (the rest of the band were too lazy) her results were excellent which you can see when she won the Eurovision Song Contest with Love Shine a Light. 

I was also a ski instructor to children in the French Alps but I kept falling over, I mean snow is so slippery.  And why on earth have I never been able to find anything to keep me?  Its all research, baby, research.  The human condition has to be studied for my acting career.  After acting school I was a Shakespearean actor for a few years, bit a tv, some ads, some radio and the ultimate destination, the movies, my one and only true love.  And yes I have made quite a few. big day for this guy is taking off his tie

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