Chris Taylor (Doc) is originally from Blackburn, Lancashire. (fyi. Thats a county in the North West of England. We eat Black puddings, race pidgeons, keep ferrets and say things like “Ey up chuck, ‘art e areet?” Translated means “Hello my Dear, are you well?”

He speaks with a Lancashire accent, but doesn’t write with one, thankfully.

At the age of 7, he realised he wanted to be a great Magician.
Here he sits today, making words appear out of thin air, being read by you, over there. Now That’s Magic!

He has two beautiful daughters and georgeous wife, four three cats, eight seven tropical fish, one Patterdale terrier and a pond full of Frogs.

He spends an unhealthy amount of time in his “Office” which is really a room full of crap, including cardboard boxes of more crap.

When he does get out, he likes taking photographs of things, stuff and such.
Going to the movies, riding roller coasters, visiting boot sales (hence the boxes), charity shops (which are Way too expensive these days. Who sorts out their pricing anyway? ) and is quite fond of going to the Gym to work off his podgy belly while listening to Michel Thomas Spanish and watch other people that are fatter than him sweat out their cake mixture.

He doesn’t always talk about himself in the third person, but finds it quite cathartic when he does, like now.

Always on the look out for a funny angle, he has a tendancy to make people laugh out loud or frown in disgust. That tickles him as people shouldn’t be so narrow minded, should they. He can get on folks tits sometimes, but it’s not really his fault that he’s a dick.

You know, the type of people who write in and complain about something they saw on TV or heard on the radio. He thinks they should get a life or be shot.

Currently playing Modern Warfare 2 on Xbox live and getting his arse kicked by everyone, all the time and is Always at the bottom of the leaderboard, and loves it.

He was told to get himself a headset so he could join in and chat with other players, but all the seem to be are American School boys with a tendancy to whisper rasist remarks at each other and swear really badly. I’m sure they are playing in their bedroom, trying not to swear too loudly incase Mother hears them and gives them a good hiding. Or shoots them.

Shouldn’t they be doing something more useful at their age?, he remembers when he was that age. He had much more important things to play with…

Besides, on MW2, He thinks it would be nice if there were a few grenade weilding grannies in there to shoot at.

“Zombie Grannies”, great title for a game.

Doc has recently bought himself a Linen suit and feels rather grown up when wearing it. Makes a change from frocks I suppose.

He respects himself and treats his body like a temple, shame its the temple of doom, but its a start.

He doesn’t take himself seriously except when having his morning poo, that he takes very seriously and will answer to no one during that half hour.

He likes to read his Sony eBook after spending ten minutes trying to find the book he wants in the vast library of downloaded epub titles that make no sense.

Also, he can’t belive that you actually read all the way to the end of this diatribe and wants to thank you for taking an interest, unless you’re a stalker, which is a bit creepy.