Alex. Very British. Likes long walks on the beach, liberal politics, pretentious French films, the triumph of intellect and romance over brute force and cynicism, typewriters, hypocrisy, smoking, Irn-Bru and subverting the heteronormative paradigm.
Dislikes Phoenix, Arizona; the AP Style Guide, prog rock, the vague sense of unease that tells you you've forgotten something important, the works of Ayn Rand and people who refer to themselves in the third person.
Most likely to be found in the corner of a coffee shop clutching a battered Moleskine full of dreadfully important thoughts.
Owns his own riding crop.