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Born, raised, and worked in both Durban and Cape Town, South Africa. I left school without an inkling of what I was going to do, but it sure as hell was going to be fun!

Advertising school came next - long hair, rock ‘n roll, and then the real world of taxes and two minute noodles for dinner. I’m now all grown up, living in London and spending all my hard earned cash on fast thrills and concert tickets.

What’s your most baller habit?

I buy new black skinny jeans just about every month. You can never have too many black skinny jeans. They’re a solve to all your fashion problems. And maybe even every other problem too. Try it out next time you find yourself in a pickle.

What’s your starter Pokemon?

Do some people not choose Charizard? I mean, Squirtle, he’s ‘aight, but who in their right mind would go with the cauliflower dude!? Like WTF guys, get a grip! This isn’t a f***ing game!

How old were you when you had the worst hair-cut ever, what style was it?

My career of hair has been an uncomfortable rollercoaster of emotion. I grew up with the classic bowl cut, but I was 10 at the time and totally pulled it off.

No, this atrocious cut was way more recent.

20 years old, 2nd year college. I was at the peak of my rebellious post-school Russell Brand look with hair down to my nipples. Then I discovered art, self expression, and the need to show all the poets I could be weird too. Maybe I was weird, I danno.

I shaved half my head, the other half was a long curly mess that flowed forward to cover the right side of my face and any remaining dignity. Imagine a love affair between Skrillex and a poodle. That was me. In real life. A real life Skrillex Poodle.

The worst movie you’ve ever seen

Oh dear lord have you seen Birdman!? I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy! I mean, I get the artistic value behind it but this is the 21st century we’re talking about here, I expect some form of entertainment. Or at the very least a sex scene and some explosions.

Who could you listen to forever?

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. The only band that really matters. The go to band when you’re sick of everything else. The party starter and the last band played before a 4am friday night. They’re the business.

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