Forever Young. 1993

My full name is ***** **** *******.
My hobbies are swimming and I enjoy reading.

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I think my most interesting experience was when I almost drowned in Cascades. Obviously I couldn't swim. I go to swimming lessons every Wednesday. I have got over seventeen swimming badges.

I support Manchester United Football Club and have all my life. My favourite football players are Mark Hughes, Ryan Giggs, Lee Sharpe and Paul Ince.



I hate Take That and my idol isn't Mark Owen. My idol is the man off the new levi's advert!

My favourite animals are monkeys and apes and things like that.

I like soul, reggae and pop music. My favourite song is Wonderful World by Sam Cooke an old soul singer. My favourite programme is Quantum Leap. My favourite films are Flatliners and Cape Fear.

I once played Joseph in a school play. Kirsty was the narrator and Leanna was a brother.

When I grow up I'd like to be a DJ or athlete.

(I had a cut-out of his picture in my locker.)







OH BOY!

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