You know...I really want to blog this but I have no idea what to say about it. The strange man on the left aside, it's a sculpture in Victoria station promoting a TV show I know little about. I find it a little disconcerting actually. Gets me all worried for some reason. I'm actually going to look the other way now....
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I'm SKD. Who the hell are you?
- SKD
- Brisbane, Queensland, Australia
- SKD was born in the spring of 1974. While he was screaming his way into existance, somewhere in Hertfordshire, Victoria Adams aka Posh Spice was also uttering the first vocal sounds that would eventually reach the ears of the global audience by way of the lyrics 'I tell you what I want, what I really really want.' SKD is also lucky enough to share his birthday with Sean Bean, Jan Hammer of Miami Vice theme fame and Nikita Khrushchev. It's a mixed bag. He grew up in the mean streets of Bromley, London (or Kent as some people insist) where he traded blows with his brother as they developed their boxing skills with socks as gloves on the end of hands. These days he resides in Brisbane, Australia which is decidely lacking in any culture whatsoever, but makes up for that in cheap booze, great pubs, liberal gambling laws and a number of excellent strip clubs. His wife frequently shakes her head in disgust/shame/sympathey at him.
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