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There was a young lady called Emma
Who was so incredibly clever
Yet despite all her skills
She got all her thrills
From strutting around dressed in leather

– This poem was written for me by Aymie B

About Useless Information
In 2002 I started sending a regular Useless Information e-mail to a group of friends. As I left school and went on to university the group I was sending to grew. I set up this blog as an evolution of the e-mail to post extra info that interested me but didn’t necessarily fit with the format of the e-mail. In November 2007 I decided to stop sending the e-mail and focus on the blog as I was finding it difficult to maintain the two on a regular basis.

Here you will find all the regulars from the useless info e-mail: quotes, facts, [informed] rants and stories from my eventful life. As well as film and book review, musings on philosophy and religion and comment on anything interesting that crosses my path. I will not only post new material but selected excerpts from past e-mails.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it.

Context
Here’s some context you’re probably going to need for reading anything in the story category. The Useless Information e-mail had a section in it originally called “story from a student house” and finally “story from a grown-up house”.

Anything that is a story from a student house comes from my time at university as an undergraduate. In my second and third years (September 2003 – August 2005) I lived with two great guys, Chris and Ian. We played games. We had pow wows on the stairs. We stayed up late deep in conversation about everything and nothing. And most of all, we had fun. They inspired me to create Useless Info.

The stories from a grown-up house do exactly what they say on the tin. Almost. I am now grown up in the sense that I am no longer a student. I am a worker ant. A tax payer. I am also grown up in the sense that I have a proper home which I share with my girlfriend, Laura, (who is also, in boring terms, grown up) and it is she who provides most of the inspiration for my ramblings at this time. Laura has been a bad influence on me; I now drink tea, like cats and at times I am even known to listen to cheesy pop music (however I wish it to be known that Barbra Streisand will never be played in our house within my earshot).