Ian is an ethnically ambiguous wanderer who spent his younger years tripping from one day to the next way up north in Newcastle. Now living and hustling in foggy London Town he seeks ears to spout his altruistic views into. Having spent the best part of the last seven months travelling on tubes, drunkenly falling off Boris Bikes and tipping street performers, he has an acute view on capital life and its funny little ways. Quite the joke of all spades, Ian writes about anything: music, beaurocracy, sport, television, alt. culture and everything in between. He counts writing about himself in the third person amongst the lesser pleasures of life, as he can’t help but feel he’s writing a personal ad in The Daily Star. All he really wants however, is a pet tortoise called Denzel and a constant supply of caffeine.
No Help For the Homeless
