| Gender | Male |
|---|---|
| Industry | Communications or Media |
| Occupation | Raving and ranting reporter |
| Location | Berlin, Germany |
| Introduction | Lovable misanthrope der Irische Berliner has called Berlin home since St. Patrick's Day, 2008, when he arrived doe-eyed and thirsty after a boat over the Celtic Sea and a long drive through France. The thirst was quickly taken care of (though never fully cured), while the doe-eyes have since been passed onto his son, as doe-eyed as they come. Brought here by inexorable hope, inexhaustible ambition and intolerable curiosity, he stayed for Kürbiskernbrot. And lots of other things too of course. One of them led to the acquisition of the aforementioned son. Two stolen bikes, innumerable bike-theft attempts, five mobile phones, and countless bottles of Sterni later – and counting – he spends his days poking his nose where it doesn't belong, exploring unpredictable possibilities, probabilities, potentialities and parsnipalities. When not working on amusing alliteration combinations or ignoring Betreten Verboten signs, he writes raving reports and roving rantings for www.IrishBerliner.com and another, secret, site. |
| Interests | Anything interesting. |
| Favorite Movies | All the good ones. I don't really like shit films. |
| Favorite Music | I've exquisite taste. I like all good music. |
| Favorite Books | All the good ones. Crap books are a waste of sight. |
