Well, hear I am. I'm a spontaneous, sarcastic, sometimes witty, journalist. I trace my English heritage through my father. My great-great grandfather was English. So that counts, right? Well, my dad is too. He was born in England, raised English, and inturn, raised my brother and I to be fairly English. That is, with a bit of an American and Irish twist care of my mom and grandmother respectively. What all does that mean?
I've got the charm and gentlemanly care of an Englishman, the liver of an Irishman, and the relaxed nature of a midwestern American.
I've been to world-renowned restaurants and bars in London, New York, and Paris, and I've worked in barns and auto-repair shops.
I'm humble for the stuff I've done in my mere 23 years, and look forward to what I can discover in the years to come.

I guess it all depends on what's going on. Usually it involves me flipping open the current copy of RFT, or talking to friends, finding out what's on at art galleries, theatres, etc. Going from there. Or, hitting a good, quiet, cozy bar for drinks and good coversation.