Sorry about the dramatics there, but that seems to be what happens whenever I go out at the moment. I'm usually on my own because I'm new here and old people just kind of 'adopt' me and tell me about the 'good old days'. At great length.

Okay, I'll be brief:

23-year-old good looking (well, reasonable enough) laid-back, honest, caring guy who's just moved to London from the North West and doesn't really know many people yet, would like to meet a funny girl of a similar age, with a great personality and who can put up with my various crap jokes and the fact that I'm just a big kid a heart.

I like:
Reading, writing, sport, music, pubs and clubs, wasting endless afternoons sitting and drinking, exploring London (might need your help on that one), standing on posh looking businessmen's feet on the tube, singing in the shower, long lie ins.

I don't like:
Arrogant people, fake people, the taxman, that weird dog from over the road that keeps barking at me, spelin fings rong, that I don't get to see my friends and family often enough, Katie Price, the Sun newspaper, people who go on and on about playing poker, tomatoes.

So, my round at the bar?

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