The about me was to follow.
Quick auto biog:
My maternal grandmother was a true gypsy whose first stable, real house was when she married my grandfather. I believe this sedentary lifestyle eventually killed her as she died when in her late fifties.
I was born, as most of us are, but unlike most I was kidnapped at a few weeks of age and taken from England to Ireland. I stayed there until I was about 18 months old and returned to my parents. I then moved to Australia when I was still prepubescent, where I lived for the next twenty or so years, constantly travelling the world and experiencing other cultures. After more than 25 years being sort of based there, due to their embrace of the NWO and its ultra right wing philosophy, I decided to forever depart it's shores and return to Old Blighty.
Whilst working in London, I employed a beautiful Brazilian girl (highly illegally and unorthodoxly, I should add) and she raped me! Well, it was consensual rape. I fell head overheels and was devastated when she had to return to Brazil. I resolved to visit as soon as I could. It is mere coincidence that I quit my job two weeks before my trip to Brazil.
When I arrived in Brazil, knowing that I had quit my job, she asked me to stay. I didn't give her an answer immediately, even though I had already accepted, and waited until the night before I was due to fly out to give her my answer, just for the shits and giggles. I came to Brazil for a three week holiday -- in 2007 and here I still am and now have a good grasp of the porkandcheese language.
She is now no more than a good memory, but I am still here with a somewhat dubious status (to be fair, I'm illegal). Rules however, are made to be broken. After spending time in the south of Brazil, where it gets horribly cold, much to my surprise and disgust (and I'm talking about the cold of the south, not my next statement), I now live in a small
favela in Rio de Janeiro (very close to the first picture in the link).
I bet even Tude didn't know any of this.