Let’s break this down, in case the banner menu across the top isn’t clear enough. This is my blog, it’s where I do most of my blogging. I also tweet, and I do that somewhere around here, I take Instagram photos that I post in this approximate vicinity, and I have a Facebook page, which tends to loiter in this general area. As for the rest of me?
Hi. I’m Felix, I’m 25, and I occasionally write things on the internet.
This is a picture of me. That’s what I look like, with my face and head and legs and the various other bodily appendages that define a basic humanoid form.
I’m a simple creature: proud yet majestic, like a lonesome moose, or some kind of hardworking buffalo.
I sometimes wear glasses. If you’re going to say that they remind you of Harry Potter, we won’t be friends. If you’re going to say that they remind you of Rupert Giles, we definitely, definitely will be.
You’d best not be fooled by how cool I occasionally look; I’m actually kind of a loser. I play guitar, as well as piano and ukulele, but you probably needn’t know that, because I only possess varying degrees of terribleness in all three.
I can often be spotted in an exceptionally stylish outfit. I know that a small brown waistcoat may not keep me safe during the long winters of the soul, but it can at least make pretty girls smile at me while I slowly rot away on the inside.
Call me lazy, but I’m shoehorning this one in here for no other reason than because it’s awesome.
I occasionally like seeing stuff and looking at stuff, and even more so when I’m adorned with a thin, functionally useless in terms of keeping warm, but stylish none the less, scarf. I don’t know who ‘Pinky’ is, or why he defaced this plant.
This is my cat. He likes siting in draws and posing. He doesn’t like seeing feet poking out of the end of a bed and insists on flaying them. I’m 6’1” and this has become a problem.
This is my brother Marcus. I let him borrow my hat once, but only for a minute. It’s mine. He’s a detective in the London Metropolitan Police Service. That’s the tough one with all the drug busts and nightsticks.
This is my brother Daniel. This is him begging to borrow my hat, probably. He’s an officer in the RAF Regiment. That’s the crazy one with all the yelling and the sleeping in mud.
We all used to look like this, but then things started going wrong. This picture suggests that they both suspect me and the chaotic demons that dwell inside.
This is my (only) friend, Charlie. He looks less like an unkempt school dinner lady in real life. We both own sunglasses and a need to make dumb faces when someone is taking a picture of us.
This is my girlfriend Rebecca. She’s kind of cute. My whole family calls her ‘Disney’ and I’m pretty sure birds sing to her when no one else is around.
We’ve been together for seven years. Occasionally she lets me speak; more often, she tells me to be quiet. Also, we’re crazy fashionable.
I like writing stuff. One day I’ll figure out how to actually make some money off of it. Maybe. I’ll try to pop in and write you all some silly little jokes and rants and whatever other nonsensical garbage I find rattling around inside my seldom-used brain. In the meantime however, I’m busy, so as long as you keep the noise to a minimum, you’re free to take a look around. Read it, comment on it, subscribe to it, and generally enjoy all of the world-weary winging that can be found in the land of Grumpy Comments.