Who Are You?: Jonathan Wren
Where Are You?: In Catford, South East London
What Are You?: Primary school teacher, aspirant songwriter, very occasional short story writer and purveryor of pop and football articles for fanzines.
What do you make?: Pop, pop, p!o!p! music.
What do you love?: New Super Furry Animals album, old Belle and Sebastian EPs, old Lambchop albums. Hearing fantastic new music. Writing songs. Oh, and Leyton Orient Football Club.
What do you hate?: Disloyalty, crap records, the point when bands let you down. The fact that I spend too much time analysing myself and worrying about things. Injustice and prejudice. Disloyalty. The Daily Mail. Macho blokes and lad culture.
What do you listen to?: As before, plus Mull Historical Society. Pop music, basically. I'm sure many cooler people would balk at my tastes but sod them. Life's too short to worry too much about having a cool record collection.
What do you watch?: Obscure films, Frasier, current affairs. Not much TV really. The sky on a summer's evening; the sunlight and leaves all mingled together in the autumn. Children in my class to make sure they're getting on with what they should be doing!
What do you drink?: Lager. Lager. Some milk and water. With some lager to follow later.
What do you smoke?: Nothing. My chest is fucked up enough as it is.
What do you take?: The Guardian, New Statesman and NME. That is what your meant, surely?
What do you believe in?: The spirit of pop to make life better. Naive, I guess, but all our emotions are in pop.
When We Were 16Where were you?: At school.
What were you?: Shy, miserable, scared, lacking in any confidence or belief in myself.
What did you wear?: Crap, crap clothes. Oh god! It was bad!
What did you listen to?: Just getting into Sugar and New Order then.
What did you watch?: Don't remember.
What did you love?: Sexy 16 year old girls. Shame I was an ugly git.
What did you hate?: Um, being 16 and having friends who I didn't like.
What did you drink?: Not alcohol, sadly.
What did you smoke?: Nothing.
What did you take?: Nothing.
What did you want to be?: Hadn't a clue.
Who did you fight?: My own miserable self-doubt.
Who/What did you believe in?: I'm sorry, I haven't a clue.
Where did you go?: Nowhere. And I mean that sincerely. I was one boring fucker.
What did you learn?: Shakespeare, Milton and that I was good at writing essays.
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