About Me british gent seeks turbulent time, looking for a co-pilot for ultimately a permanent joyride through life. Chaos, laughter, late-night kebabs, annoying the neighbours - forever – no refunds, no Beatles reunion required.
Strong legs, by trade I climb anything tall for money: roofs, masts, cranes, wind turbines. Hands built for grip that could hang off a cliff edges in a storm, lungs that treat oxygen as optional. I’ll be up your roof fixing the Wi-Fi or rescuing your cat before you’ve finished your coffee, all while moaning about the bloody rain.
Wit sharper than a taxi driver who’s just been asked if he takes card. I rarely lie, but when I do you’ll know my eyes dart left, sometimes right like a guilty man in a police interview – you’ll spot it instantly half the time.
