1. What was your first job?
I had a paper round once a week from the autumn of 1992 through till just a few years ago (I can’t remember now exactly when I finished). My first ‘proper’ job was at the local multiplex cinema in the summer of 1999, when The Phantom Menace opened. I did good work, but they didn’t seem to recognise it till I told them I was leaving that Christmas. I left, then went back for a month the following summer (I was broke) before I got the job at the large music store.
2. How old were you when you had your first kiss?
Geez this is a bit childish, isn’t it? But I suppose I must answer; I haven’t had a kiss yet that is worth remembering.
3. What was your first car? What happened to it?
I don’t have a car, I don’t have a licence and I can’t drive. But if I did have a car I’d probably still have it since cars are too expensive to simply dispose of after a few years. That’s the same reason I’m still using this crappy computer.
4. What was your first concert?
I think it was Watercress at the Mean Fiddler in August 1998. I didn’t go for the music, it was someone’s birthday. I was never a big gig-goer until I went to college, so I missed lots of really good stuff, like Fugazi in the summer of ’99 (still kicking myself over that one).
5. How do you plan to spend your weekend?
I have an essay on post-Kantian German philosophy to work on. Not very exciting, I know.