About Me
Dave Weeden has been practicing writing about himself in the third person since he could hold a pencil and has been making up prize acceptance speeches for almost as long. Despite being notable for not writing novels, and indeed having much to be modest about, Dave’s enthusiasm for refining elaborate adumbrations of his struggle, topped with amusing and self-deprecating thank-yous, is approaching its fifth decade.
He lives alone, until recently sharing his house with two cats. Mr Black (who died in October) was named after Reservoir Dogs as he used to hang around and fight (mostly by hissing) the then incumbent cat, Henry. He moved in on Christmas Eve 1998, having almost certainly spent several nights sleeping in Dave’s house. He doesn’t seem to have been a stray at any point, just intent on choosing his own home.
He was born in Edinburgh, but currently resides in Cardiff. He has also domiciled in London. It has been pointed out that he only lives in capital cities. This may be because he can’t name any other places. He was strongly advised not to take Geography to ‘O’ Grade.
He studied physics after leaving school, but he graduated in psychology some 14 years later. It may be that not having found anything interesting beginning with ‘A’ that he just opened a university prospectus somewhere in the middle. He forgets if dice played any part in his decision making.
He considers that he looks very like French Stewart. What Mr Stewart thinks is not known at the time of publication. He may want his photo back.
A description and another photo can be found on his running club members’ pages. He ‘sort of’ still runs. But the emphasis is on sort of.
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