Laid-back with a proper sarcastic streak (think Father Ted meets a slightly less grumpy Tommy Tiernan).
I’m the guy who’ll drag you up Cave Hill for the view, then reward us both with chips and curry sauce while we argue over whether the Giant’s Causeway is overrated or not.
Loyal to a fault – my mates say I’d still turn up to help you move house in the pouring rain (and probably bring a flask of tea and a packet of Kimberley biscuits). I’m handy enough to fix a puncture or build flat-pack without instructions, but I’ll still burn toast if I get distracted by a good playlist. Music taste jumps from The Undertones to old-school house to whatever trad session is on in the pub.
Big into random adventures: last-minute drives to the north coast when the sky looks dramatic, beer gardens in the two weeks of summer we get, and trying to convince people that a poke from Portavogie is elite cuisine.
If you can take a bit of slagging, laugh at yourself, and fancy someone who’ll actually listen when you’re talking… drop me a message. Worst case, we’ll have a decent chat and a laugh. Best case, I’ll let you steal my chips.
