Halloa! I fear this box may never provide a description that could ever truly satisify the definition of description.
In saying that, I'm 26, from Liverpool, with a passion for Liverpool FC, history, and Star Trek. Ahem.
I suppose I should note that I am so utterly staid that the colour beige has pursued legal action against me on a number of occasions. Damned legal obligations...
Oh, and this blog is quite probably PG-safe (I guess what constitutes PG is subjective, so probably) as I very rarely swear and don't post images of a fleshy nature.
Oh, oh, and I have a fascination (um, irrepressible obsession) with the two world wars, which is why they appear so prominently in my Tumblr. Macabre, perhaps, but it's principally centred on a desire to contribute, however insignificantly, to the "perpetuation" of those who suffered immeasurably in the wars.
“This is a 3 1/4” x 5 1/4” mounted photo of a 1910’ish Lance Corporal in the Royal Horse Artillery holding his young son. The spur insignia just above his L.Cpl’s stripe indicates that he is a riding instructor. They didn’t call it the HORSE artillery for nothing.”
“I have something to say to all the sons out there. To all the boys, to all the men, to all of us. It’s about women, and how they are not mere objects with curves that make us crazy. No, they are our wives, they are our daughters, our sisters, our grandmas, our aunts, our nieces and nephews. Well, not our nephews. They are our mothers. And you know somethin’, folks? As ridiculous as this sounds, I would rather feel the sweet breath of my beautiful wife on the back of my neck as I sleep, than stuff dollar bills into some stranger’s G-string. Am I wrong? Or am I right?”
— Homer Simpson, Homer’s Night Out