Just a man seeking sanctuary/room in London

Posing for a hopeful album cover. Nothing came of it

Ahoy there,

A distinctly ordinary Homo Sapien, walks, breathes lots of air, likes water ect. Swooping back into London after a good hiatus, cracking on with a precarious career as a writer, with the age-gained wisdom to refuse paying extortionate London rents. Thus on the lookout for communes, co-ops and all things more off the typical menu, grid or normalcy's nose.

Exceptionally unmessy, I generally carry little and leave even less, so hassle, hygiene or space issues will be nil. I have far too many interests which helps with getting along with just about anyone and everyone. Worked far too many jobs which either means I'm inspiringly skilled or completely useless at anything I put my hand too, but need a cocktail, a bike fixed, antiques valued for auction or trying to leave an Uber review worthy of publication? Look no further.

Anyhoo hope this finds you either inspired or at the very least merry as you scroll through the panic of SpareRooms as an entire generation of youth scramble for beds, and looking forward to any further comms.