I’ve written so many of these over the years I could probably publish a book of wryly self-deprecating bio paragraphs. I could, but I won’t. It would be very boring.
I’m Ross. I used to live in Scotland, but now I spend my days wandering aimlessly around London, boring everyone with tales of free eyecare and haggis.
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15 Things You Need (‘Need’) to Know About Me, Ross
My first ever cassette was Kylie Minogue's Better the Devil You Know.
Aged 5, I knocked both front teeth out on a breakfast table.
To date I have co-owned four poodles, some more bloodthirsty than others.
My first ever job was identifying and sticking reduction labels onto almost out of date things in a supermarket.
My sole published work to date is the 2004 play, About A Badger.
As a child my ultimate career ambition was 'co-present Blue Peter with Katy Hill'.
My favourite album of all time is probably (definitely) Now That's What I Call Music 43.
I once played the front end of a reindeer in a pantomime, its 6 day run marred by escalating creative differences between me and my back end, better known as my younger brother.
I can never remember how to pronounce the word 'orgy', which would have made things very awkward on Blue Peter I'm sure.
As a child my number two career ambition was 'be an actual tyrannosaurus rex'.
I spend an unconscionable amount of money each week on Pret skinny flat whites, and rarely even feel bad about it.
I will forever have a crush on the Tenth Doctor, primarily because I know he'd go back in time and steal me a tyrannosaurus rex.
A long-standing suspicion that my birthday is more important than everyone else's was recently confirmed by Apple. Fuck you, WhatsApp.
I'm at my happiest sitting down after a long country walk, cup of tea in hand and heavy rain pounding against the windows. Or towards the end of a second glass of wine.