Name: Alun (bet you can't pronounce that properly...)
Age: 20
DoB: 12/02/85 (That's February 12th for all you people who write the date the wrong way round)
Nationality: Welsh/British
Location: Bridgend, south Wales.
Likes: Decent music (heavy rock/metal, classical, blues, some jazz, some traditional far-Eastern stuff, anything else that takes my fancy), films, martial arts, fencing, reading, the odd drink with friends, vintage aircraft, ships, gadgets.
Dislikes: Selfish/self-obsessed/arrogant/aggressive/shallow people, my job, godawful pop/dance/"urban" music, my fear of social occasions/large groups of people, the town I live in, people in power with vested interests (pretty much all of 'em), fashionable people (otherwise known as trendy bastards), chavs, the fact that my dislikes list is significantly longer than my likes list.
Social life: Non-existent. My few friends have moved away, either to uni or to do other stuff. I have a profound fear of people (at least in groups), so making friends is not at all easy. Needless to say I'm not having much fun....
Political ideology: "Be excellent to each other!" Probably liberal socialist, but I'm rather disillusioned with the whole thing at the moment....
Religion: Agnostic, proto-Buddhist.
Career: Not yet. Currently a till monkey at a B&Q store (DIY, paint, gardening stuff etc.), but I hate it. Long-term goal is to be a pilot, should be starting an Aerospace Engineering degree in the autumn (though I f*cked up an important exam last week, so I don't know if I'll get on the course.

I would've joined the RAF, but my vision is dreadful...) Either that, or I'll be dead this time next year. I hate my life....