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Greetings one and all, good of you to make it here. Welcome along to the all-new, new-improved, new schoey.com - now with added 'Spangly Bits™'.

So, what's changed? Very little to be honest. Just because I've spent the last 5 years redesigning the site, doesn't actually mean that I've spent any of that time working on new content!

In the words of Roy Walker (for it is he), this current site is 'good, but it's not right'. It's one of those moveable feast things, with lots of new stuff planned, together with a few changes to what you see right now. Be prepared for an immense amount of private jokes herein.

For your delight and delectation, and to keep all the regular visitors happy, I've posted up an edited version of my current Friends Reunited profile - complete with extra pictures in the relevant places, and the usual hotbed of steaming link action.

As for the rest, you know the deal, a glimpse into my esoteric, super-cheesy musical tastes, favourite websites, random flotsam and jetsam and err... more. Much more than you ever thought you needed to know!

All in all, it's a great big self-centred journey into the bizarre inner depths of my life. Which is exactly what you expected.

So, here we all are then. I'm guessing that your arrival here is either directed by some bizarre interest in me (that frightens me, for some reason), or the desire to nick some of my lovely content for your own evil ends - the Roy Walker picture is doing pretty well on the hotlinking stats, isn't it?

Me? (Pictured right, of course... And, smiling for once!) I've just hit the thirty-something milestone - yuk! Unerringly single (nobody can put up with my pointless wittering for more than an hour! Fact.), lost in non-directional corporate workspace hell, and wondering what exactly to do next in my life - this was the most-recent recommendation. Hmm... Anyway, aiming to keep the good old trusty positive outlook on life charged to the max, and seeking out new ways to keep me smiling - not easy.

For the record, interweb stalkers and Census compilers, I'm tall, built like a lamppost, have uncontrollable blond/fair hair which really annoys me and have been described by random people as a cross between Chesney Hawkes, Rick Astley and Howard Jones in full 1980s-mullet spectaculardom. I'm suspecting that is probably something I shouldn't admit to, or be anything near proud to mention, but hey... I've done it now.

I have a bizarre tendency to talk about ridiculously odd trivia, particularly music, old telly programmes and err... trains. But for that, there is a reason (read below!). Also have an unhealthy passionate hatrid for the evil, tone-deaf 'diva' known as Céline Dion, in addition to a overwhelming desire to avoid any form of so-called 'dance' music, anything classified as 'urban' and the tragic 'beautiful game' of footballinnitguvmategeezer. If I never see a football match ever again in my whole life, I can guarantee it will be way, way too soon.

During the day, I work as the sole 'travel content producer' for a large public service broadcasting organisation. I'm sure it wouldn't take too much guessing, or deciphering to work out exactly which one that would be. Guessed yet? Yep, that's the one. Based in their new premises in the centre of Birmingham (my lovely health-hazard of a call centre desk is illustrated on the right!), I fiddle about with all manner of things travel news related - which explains the ridiculous interest in trains, motorway junctions, Ordnance Survey maps and the mysterious world of TPEG - click, go on, you know you want to! All in all, it's a particularly disturbing career-move - particularly given the subjects of my childhood peer-led ridicule.

Oh, and we've just moved out the very famous building from your childhood (conveniently pictured right) to a expensive, over-designed, corporate call centre in the city centre of Birmingham, which looks like an pastel-coloured explosion in your local branch of IKEA. 'Resource oases'? I ask you... What was wrong with the good old fashioned description of 'kitchen'. Feel free to roll eyes in collective despair.

But, it's not all work, work, work you know. Actually, I lied. It very nearly is, and I do get consistently beaten up by people who reckon I spend too much time at work, or worrying about work.

Sleep, commuting, sleeping whilst in the process of commuting and actually being at work take up an inordinate amount of the average hours in my day. Fortunately, I am occasionally released to terrorise the local community.

In that time I sit around listening to music, cataloguing my worryingly eccentric CD collection, obsessing about the forthcoming developments in the burgeoning UK community radio sector, and generally thinking too much about things that, probably, really don't interest anybody except me, and the strange machinations of my mind.

Current examples include radio formats and station management techniques, music policies, rotation clocks and format wheels, and trying to develop a unique, kick-ass community radio station concept for those lovely people of Runcorn, Widnes, bits of Hale and Frodsham, and the wider Halton area.

Aside from that, I watch a fair bit of motorsport and ice hockey around the UK (and Ireland), although the latter is somewhat precluded with the recent announcement that Manchester Phoenix aren't playing this season. In addition, one partakes in a little pub quiz activity from time to time, with varying levels of success.

I've not missed one round of the 2004 Green Flag MSA British Touring Car Championship so far, which probably suggests I have far too much time on my hands, and haven't missed a single round of the BTCC in general since 2000, which is all rather concerning really.

Apart from that? Well, I specialise in non-specific daydreaming (woolgathering apparently?!), looking at random walls for inspiration and generally committing the mortal sin of spending too much time looking through windows thinking - some of it productive, some of it not-so-productive.

If I had to use one word to describe myself, that word would be 'Anorak' without a doubt, and I'm sure anybody who knows me would agree.

Anyway, I keep trying to convince myself that I'm actually really interesting, despite what all the above suggests, so drop me a note, and brighten up my inbox with some random abuse!

Have fun!