NAME: Franky Fitzgerald.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: n/a.
RELIGIOUS VIEWS: Joan of Arc was cool.
POLITICAL VIEWS: A shit in a suit still stinks.
MOTTO/QUOTATION: 'Why so serious, son?'
Um... In primary I accidentally set fire to the headmaster who was dressed as a Scarecrow. It was Harvest Festival assembly and he called me up for a bollocking for non-attendance.
Whenever I got nervous I used to flick the flint of this Clipper lighter I had in my pocket. As I was doing it he pulled my hand out just as a spark grazed the straw coming out from under his sleeve. He went up like a rocket and ran through the hall as all the pupils tried to put the flames out, with about 300 cans of Coke. But the sugar in the coke made the flames worse, so he stripped butt naked then screamed 'terrorist' at me, over and over and over.
Think I'm still in shock a bit from it.
LIKES: Making stuff.
BOOKS: The Catcher in the Rye, The Little Prince, Clockwork Orange, Graphic Novels – Dark Knight, Manga - The Rose of Versailles.
MUSIC: Arcade Fire, Burial, Crystal Castles, Nirvana.
MOVIES: Corpse Bride, Seven Samurai, Let Me In, Bad Santa, Spirited Away, Vertigo, Silent films - Harold Lloyd!
TV: Dexter, The Walking Dead, Battlestar Galactica.
WEBSITE: I take photos. They're around and about.