The Mule?

So why the Mule I hear you cry? Well, it's a short story.

Once upon a time I went to a university called Rose Bruford which is actually a school for actors and the like. I joined shortly after they had incorporated a music technology course into their list of thespian disciplines much to the disgust of the acting students and staff. We were stealing their budget and they didn't like it. I was in the second year of its existence and I had a wonderful time accruing massive student debts, playing lots of music and generally avoiding going to lectures. The larks were seemingly endless.

In that time I met a man with floppy hair from Bridlington called Dan. I sat next to him on the first ever day, when we signed up at Lamorby Park campus in Sidcup. I immediately noticed he was possibly weirder than even myself. And you have to consider, I was wearing bell bottom flares in combo with a skin tight stripy top from Dorothy Perkins and had long hair that I could easily grab hold of by simply putting a hand around my back. I must have been a real fright.

However so was he. Anyway I digress. After about a year of working together on various projects he started calling me Mule, derived from the second half of Samuel, clever eh? Not really. I hated it. However, everyone started using the bastard and I became affectionately known as 'The Mule' to all my closest friends.

So now you know.

That's me, I used to look like this all the time. Seriously, what was I thinking? I have no excuse.

Below is a picture of Dan how he looked when I first met him. I'm betting 20 pence he'll make me take it down when he sees it... He never used to like having his photo taken, the big hand is coming towards the camera in an attempt to make me stop. Too slow buddy.