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Luke Kenton – I’m 28, and up until about 9 months ago I was a network administrator for a dot com wonder. Right now, I’m working at Tower Records, and trying to figure out if I even want to be looking for work in IT. My degree was Anthropology and Ancient History, and I just sort of ended up as a techie. Rest of the stats? Sure, I’m just over six foot, brunette, sort of long on top, with an under-cut, green eyes. Three hoops in my left ear, just the one in my right. No ink yet – I like the idea but I’ve not found the right piece yet – it’s got to be something you love, right?
One step brother, Mark. Well tecnically a half brother. And one little sister. Her birth certificate says Kathryn, but she’s always gone by Bell. I don’t even remember why anymore. My dad’s divorce from his first wife was amicable enough – Mark’s mum, Carol, used to visit when we were kids for Christmas and Mark’s birthday and so forth – but my mum was the love of his life. It’s sappy, but the two of them – thirty odd years later, and they’re don’t just love each other, they’re still in love. Grossed me out as a teenager, but now, I’m just happy for them.
I grew up in Watford, moved up to Lancaster for Uni, and then ended up down here in London doing the post-grad job hunt thing. Been sharing with Jenna for must be five years now, and Walker moved in just over a year ago. Before that it was Gabby, which quite rapidly became BenAndGabby, which was a nightmare, to be honest, but slightly better than the interchangeable antipodeans we had sharing short-lets on the room before them. Been trading up all the way.
It’s Jenna’s place – my rent pays half her mortgage – but the two of us, we’ve been mates since I fell over her at Fresher’s Fair. She’s the kind of friend who’s really your family, and this is home. Walker – I guess you’d say he was my partner – boyfriend - He’s Walker – it’s starting to get so I can hardly remember what life was like before he was around, you know – ok, fine. I love him. He’s just – I don’t know – he’s so easy to be around, and he’s smart, and he cracks me up, and he’s damn sexy, and … Shit, but I’ve fallen and I’ve fallen hard! Oh – no – we weren’t together when he moved in –that sort of happened later – he was someone Jenna knew through work, needed a place to live, we needed a tenant, seemed like a good match, and things just went from there.
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David Samuel Walker – I go by Walker, seeing as Dave is about the most common name on the planet. In school, it was De Swalk for about three days till I got my ass roundly kicked. D. S. Walker? Yeah – Sent With A Large Kipper – Sealed with a Loving Kiss – all that jazz. Anyway, Walker. Pleased to meet you. What did you want to know?
I’m 27, I’m a junior school teacher – I’ve had Year 5 at St Hilde’s for almost two years now. Got my BA from Edinburgh, in History, and did my PGCE in Bristol, moved up to London for this job, and it’s not as bad as some of the horror stories. Of course we’re a little way out here, and St Hilde’s is hardly an inner city ghetto classroom. Jenna is a supply teacher, and she was doing a maternity cover stint at St Hilde’s, which is how we met, and how come I ended up living here – they had an empty room, and that bedsit in Balham was eating my soul. Turned out to be a real golden opportunity that. Luke – Jenna’s other housemate – well, Luke’s just plain lush. Completely sound bloke, and pretty darn fine to look at too. We got together at their New Years bash – seemed like a good opportunity to pretend that it was all the drink if things went pear shaped, you know? – But the excuse wasn’t needed, and – I’m not saying it wasn’t weird for a bit – I’ve never lived with a guy I was dating before, and – anyway - yeah – seven months now. [goofy grin]
Physical stuff – I’m 5’9, blond, blue-grey eyes. I burn, but I do tan in the end. Kinda non-descript really. Spent the first 8 years of my life in Edinburgh, and went back there for my degree, so I’ve got a touch of an accent.
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Jenna Fine – I’m a supply teacher for junior and infant levels, and ringleader to this merry bunch. It’s my place, so technically I’m a landlord. Note to self – must be more evil so people believe me when I say that. *grins*.
In my oh so copious spare time, I sing with a band – mostly covers, a few bits and bobs of original material – we’re never going to get beyond the local pubs, but that’s fine – we’re having fun, and gives me bragging rights as a Genuine Diva. And I will own, I do look the part – I got my mom’s café au lait skin, and her big brown eyes, and my dad’s height, and I’m no stick insect, curves in the right places. A girl’s gotta take pride in her assets, you know?
My housemates? It’s the first damn rule – every sane person knows that – no dating your housemates, it just leads to ugly situations. But, those two – Walker and Luke – they are so sweet, and Luke’s been on his own too long. Walker makes him happy, and that makes it ok by me. ‘Course I wouldn’t complain if they made more of an effort to keep the noise down – Walker’s somewhat vocal, you know, and some things I don’t want to imagine … I’m teasing boys – you know I don’t mind, so long as you don’t complain next time I get Nick over here. Nick’s my bloke – well, some of the time – he’s off traveling a lot, and we’re neither of us big on the whole rigid monogamy thing. Nick’s a fixed point for me though, we just keep coming back together, and he takes care of me, when he’s around, whether or not we’re sleeping together, and I don’t want to imagine my life without him in it. So that’s Nick.
Last members of our household would be the pets – Shash’s my cat – big old Persian fuzz-ball – we got her from the RSPCA center, so no one knows how old she really is, but old enough to be grumpy, and entirely sure she owns us. And then there’s Samson and Samuel, who are ferrets – we just got them last year – ok, ok, I got them and you two wouldn’t care if you never saw them again? – yeah right. What is it? Their cage need cleaning, so they’re *my* ferrets? You see what I put up with? Anyway – Sam and Sam – and just don’t ask how come we ended up calling them Sam and Sam ‘cos the explaination's going to make no sense ‘less it’s at least three am – they’re the cutest thing ever – Samson’s darker, and a little smaller – kinda laid back. We’ve got a mate, keeps naming her pets after Buffy characters? She reckons Samson should be Oz. And Samuel, he’s my little blond brainless bouncy monster –hasn’t got the common sense of a toenail clipping, but you’ve gotta love his sheer enthusiasm for life. I guess it’s the goldfish brain thing – everything’s always shiny and new for him. And Walker – you can stop pouting right now, you know that doesn’t work on me! I swear to god, I had no idea Samuel was his middle name when I christened this little one.
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Originally posted 20th August 2002.
One step brother, Mark. Well tecnically a half brother. And one little sister. Her birth certificate says Kathryn, but she’s always gone by Bell. I don’t even remember why anymore. My dad’s divorce from his first wife was amicable enough – Mark’s mum, Carol, used to visit when we were kids for Christmas and Mark’s birthday and so forth – but my mum was the love of his life. It’s sappy, but the two of them – thirty odd years later, and they’re don’t just love each other, they’re still in love. Grossed me out as a teenager, but now, I’m just happy for them.
I grew up in Watford, moved up to Lancaster for Uni, and then ended up down here in London doing the post-grad job hunt thing. Been sharing with Jenna for must be five years now, and Walker moved in just over a year ago. Before that it was Gabby, which quite rapidly became BenAndGabby, which was a nightmare, to be honest, but slightly better than the interchangeable antipodeans we had sharing short-lets on the room before them. Been trading up all the way.
It’s Jenna’s place – my rent pays half her mortgage – but the two of us, we’ve been mates since I fell over her at Fresher’s Fair. She’s the kind of friend who’s really your family, and this is home. Walker – I guess you’d say he was my partner – boyfriend - He’s Walker – it’s starting to get so I can hardly remember what life was like before he was around, you know – ok, fine. I love him. He’s just – I don’t know – he’s so easy to be around, and he’s smart, and he cracks me up, and he’s damn sexy, and … Shit, but I’ve fallen and I’ve fallen hard! Oh – no – we weren’t together when he moved in –that sort of happened later – he was someone Jenna knew through work, needed a place to live, we needed a tenant, seemed like a good match, and things just went from there.
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David Samuel Walker – I go by Walker, seeing as Dave is about the most common name on the planet. In school, it was De Swalk for about three days till I got my ass roundly kicked. D. S. Walker? Yeah – Sent With A Large Kipper – Sealed with a Loving Kiss – all that jazz. Anyway, Walker. Pleased to meet you. What did you want to know?
I’m 27, I’m a junior school teacher – I’ve had Year 5 at St Hilde’s for almost two years now. Got my BA from Edinburgh, in History, and did my PGCE in Bristol, moved up to London for this job, and it’s not as bad as some of the horror stories. Of course we’re a little way out here, and St Hilde’s is hardly an inner city ghetto classroom. Jenna is a supply teacher, and she was doing a maternity cover stint at St Hilde’s, which is how we met, and how come I ended up living here – they had an empty room, and that bedsit in Balham was eating my soul. Turned out to be a real golden opportunity that. Luke – Jenna’s other housemate – well, Luke’s just plain lush. Completely sound bloke, and pretty darn fine to look at too. We got together at their New Years bash – seemed like a good opportunity to pretend that it was all the drink if things went pear shaped, you know? – But the excuse wasn’t needed, and – I’m not saying it wasn’t weird for a bit – I’ve never lived with a guy I was dating before, and – anyway - yeah – seven months now. [goofy grin]
Physical stuff – I’m 5’9, blond, blue-grey eyes. I burn, but I do tan in the end. Kinda non-descript really. Spent the first 8 years of my life in Edinburgh, and went back there for my degree, so I’ve got a touch of an accent.
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Jenna Fine – I’m a supply teacher for junior and infant levels, and ringleader to this merry bunch. It’s my place, so technically I’m a landlord. Note to self – must be more evil so people believe me when I say that. *grins*.
In my oh so copious spare time, I sing with a band – mostly covers, a few bits and bobs of original material – we’re never going to get beyond the local pubs, but that’s fine – we’re having fun, and gives me bragging rights as a Genuine Diva. And I will own, I do look the part – I got my mom’s café au lait skin, and her big brown eyes, and my dad’s height, and I’m no stick insect, curves in the right places. A girl’s gotta take pride in her assets, you know?
My housemates? It’s the first damn rule – every sane person knows that – no dating your housemates, it just leads to ugly situations. But, those two – Walker and Luke – they are so sweet, and Luke’s been on his own too long. Walker makes him happy, and that makes it ok by me. ‘Course I wouldn’t complain if they made more of an effort to keep the noise down – Walker’s somewhat vocal, you know, and some things I don’t want to imagine … I’m teasing boys – you know I don’t mind, so long as you don’t complain next time I get Nick over here. Nick’s my bloke – well, some of the time – he’s off traveling a lot, and we’re neither of us big on the whole rigid monogamy thing. Nick’s a fixed point for me though, we just keep coming back together, and he takes care of me, when he’s around, whether or not we’re sleeping together, and I don’t want to imagine my life without him in it. So that’s Nick.
Last members of our household would be the pets – Shash’s my cat – big old Persian fuzz-ball – we got her from the RSPCA center, so no one knows how old she really is, but old enough to be grumpy, and entirely sure she owns us. And then there’s Samson and Samuel, who are ferrets – we just got them last year – ok, ok, I got them and you two wouldn’t care if you never saw them again? – yeah right. What is it? Their cage need cleaning, so they’re *my* ferrets? You see what I put up with? Anyway – Sam and Sam – and just don’t ask how come we ended up calling them Sam and Sam ‘cos the explaination's going to make no sense ‘less it’s at least three am – they’re the cutest thing ever – Samson’s darker, and a little smaller – kinda laid back. We’ve got a mate, keeps naming her pets after Buffy characters? She reckons Samson should be Oz. And Samuel, he’s my little blond brainless bouncy monster –hasn’t got the common sense of a toenail clipping, but you’ve gotta love his sheer enthusiasm for life. I guess it’s the goldfish brain thing – everything’s always shiny and new for him. And Walker – you can stop pouting right now, you know that doesn’t work on me! I swear to god, I had no idea Samuel was his middle name when I christened this little one.
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Originally posted 20th August 2002.
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