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Oho is a writer. He likes a bit of sci-fi and will stand up for the genre - he loves his Doctor Who and his Battlestar Galactica; but don't be misled because he'll just as easily smash it down in the next post. Same with most literature. Oho likes his books; he likes his Classics, his Dickens and his Greek, and one day he'd maybe like to have his name dominating the shelves at Waterstones - except that he sees Waterstones as an example of mass-market corporate-led bland-ism where chik-lit and crap biographies that pander to the lowest common denominator prevail under one roof. probably that's because he went for a job interview at Waterstones once and despite the manager saying "What a fantastic interview! I'd give you the job tomorrow!" he didn't get the job. Oho is surrounded by dickheads like that and he has no time for them.

But maybe one day...

He's in a writers group who converge regularly around the hotbed of creativity and weirdness that is Brighton, and he's also in an amateur dramatic group who meet irregularly (as is the way in the West Country)in a vale in deepest Somerset where there's no such thing as a mobile phone signal. But unfortunately he works for a global consumer electronics company as a field-based sales manager and has to prostitute himself to a bunch of Japanese so that he can support his young family and let his wife live the WAG lifestyle she so desires. So he has less time than he would like to spend doing all the things that make him tick - why only last week he was triple booked. Both the writers group and the Batcombe Am-Drams wanted a piece of his ass on the 19th June but unfortunately so did his sales director, and Oho had to travel to Newquay in Cornwall at short notice, braving his fear of the Cornish Liberation Army who'd threatened to firebomb Rick Stein's and Jamie Oliver's restaurants. No problem, Oho thought to himself, as if I'm ever going to be eating in one of those arsey places. That very evening he was staggering, drunk, out onto the patio of Jamie Oliver's "Fifteen" restaurant in Watergate Bay. And he thought to himself that although he'd told the writers that he wouldn't be able to make their meeting, he hadn't actually told the Am-Drams. Bugger he said, and then he fell over, smashed his head on the decking and had to go to hospital where he was treated for quite a nasty concussion.

This is me: Uncensored, unrestrained, writing with the voice of Doctor Oho. Oho is opinionated, angry and always up for a rant about anything. Despite the genuine anger and angst, frustration and sheer disbelief he feels at times, there is a humour in his words and I hope people see that. If you don't, then don't read it. Please don't be offended. This blog reflects the world I live in as reported by the Doctor Oho character - or caracature: actually I don't think Oho is a caracture. There's a nice guy in there somewhere but he maybe needs to chill out a bit and stop hating so many things. What does he hate? What does he like? What are his aims in life? Who does he want to be and why is he never happy?

Read on and find out.

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