Blame Figure: Chanel Girl

She asked me for my life story in 400 words. She is mad! Why would anybody want to hear about my tedious up bringing? (Read "up-dragging…")… Oh well, don’t say I didn’t warn you…

I was born in Leicester at a very young age, which is the best place to start really. Mum was a banker and my father a print estimator- glamorous stuff, I’m sure you’ll agree. I was brought up in an average way, got bullied at school for playing on my own, and had my toy pteradactyl taken by bullies. I once got shouted at for using school balloons. I was a nerd. Upon reachng secondary school I was bored of learning. I was good runner. I swam for my county. I fell over a lot during my growth spurts. I developed the nickname "Bambi" for my long legged gawkyness. I left there and went to Grammar school which I hated, and was hated by it in return. Fell deeply in lust with a popular girl called Amy Burke who had no idea.

I moved to Essex.

I met some new and unsual people and became a touch extravert. I blieve I fell in love for the first time with a girl called Holly Colclough, she turned me down. Swanned through my GCSE’s without revising. I was bright and popular. Went to sixth form, met Ali. Romeo and Juliet. But Juliet was a lying whore. Became depressed. Took to too much drink, suicide attempts. came to university and despised it in all it’s falsified glory- a "learning" institute where the bottle was God. Fell in love with Rita Doolan. Was rejected again. My best friend left. Dad had a heart attack. I left uni, left my dead end job and found my current one.

My life returned, slowly, steadily. I refound my love of fun, I’m happy in my job, I have new friends. I miss my beautiful home, but I love my new one with equal zeal. I’m a little bit stuck money wise, bored of my housing but I survive.

I think I just need a love again.

So my life story so far is basically a three chapter one: Chapter one: Aimlessness, Chapter two: Rise and fall and Chapter three: Return to grace. The current chapter is still being written, and is thus far driven by desire and want.But at leats it is one of recovery.

368 words. That’ll do.

Tom

XxX