I am Dave Worley. I live near Stourbridge in the Black Country. For the less informed of you, that's in the West Midlands county of England. I am a student, heading for university in September 2007. My official job is team leader at a local Subway store.

However, I write a lot, and currently review music for The Music Magazine. On top of that, there is this website, and there are various other projects on the internet that I am proud to be involved in.

I'm 6 feet tall and currently weigh around fifteen stones. I wish I could say this was muscle, but that would be a complete fucking lie. Even so, I'm built like a tank. You really can't miss me.

I was in a relationship until February 22nd 2007, when my beloved Antonia was involved in a tragic collision with a bus. She died later in hospital. You'll notice the short footnote at the bottom of this site. Please follow the link to her memorial pages. Needless to say I've been both inspired and crushed by this event. Positives should always be taken but how does one take positives from something which tears your entire existence into two... Something which a man who only reached adulthood six days previous really shouldn't have to deal with. I daresay some people who know me will be deeply admiring my courage and my will to go on, but truthfully this is a natural reaction. Stopping isn't an option in a world that moves so fast. My courage is merely a thin veil for the literal mess that lies in my head and my heart. There are lots of things I could say about this, but I'll save it for the site.

A few frequently unasked questions (Which I like to term as FUQs.. Your own pronunciation of that word is welcomed):

Where were you born, where did you grow up?

I was born at the now legendary Wordsley Hospital on Thursday the 16th of February 1989. I spent my formative years nestled in a rough but jolly housing estate in the dark echelons of the urban Midlands.

Which educational institutions did/do you attend, what grades do you have?

I went to the estate's own primary - namely Hawbush Primary School - bar for one year (year 3 - ages 7 to 8), where I attended the prestigious Blue Coat School in Edgbaston. I returned home generally because of the boarding, but I really didn't fit into the snobbery.

I chose the Wordsley School (then Buckpool Secondary) as my high school, and attended the place for five years. I left with twelve GCSEs; notably an A-star in Music and As in English Language, English Literature and History. I also picked up four Bs and four Cs. Looking back on this place, it really did suck. My year was fairly intelligent, but the people with attitude was unrivalled also, I think. It sort of sickens me I called a lot of them friends, and very few of my year group remain in touch.

For my final piece of school education, I went to King Edward VI College, Stourbridge. Renowned for its quite brilliant results (consistently gaining 2nd place in the state college league tables), I was looking forward to attending. Conversely, I struggled in my four A-Levels - Communication Studies, General Studies, History and Psychology. I also have a D in AS-Level Law, as well as an A-star at GCSE from General Studies, at this college. This place was the real change for me. Out went the careful stepping around the popular lot at school, and in came a whole new era of confidence. It was during this time that I met Antonia, and her death caused me to struggle massively in the final few months. Indeed, my June 2007 examinations were, on the whole, disappointing. However, my top three grades were B (General Studies), C (Communication Studies) and D (Psychology/History) and I am pleased to say that the 240 points this gave me was enough to fulfil my required quota for my course, so as of September I will be attending the University of Central Lancashire in Preston to study for a BA Communication Studies and Popular Culture degree.

Smoke?

No.

Drink?

Not really. Odd drink every now and then, but always limited to one, two max. Unless I'm celebrating, obviously.

Really? Sad bastard!

I prefer to laugh at others than to be laughed at. I can't laugh when drunk. I forget how to keep my mouth closed and generally lose my freshly-supped beverage.

Do you do drugs?

Can't really say sniffing a line of washing powder through a 20 pound note turns me on, nor injecting myself with what looks to me like tea without milk. It really gets to me in Trainspotting, even though I adore that film. So no, no drugs.

Not even weed!?

What in fuck's name is the point of that? 20 Silk Cut Superkings have the same effect on a clean person like me. Even those candy stick things get me stoned.

So what DO you do?

Er... Fuck exploited Romanian gypsies on camera and sell the video for profit? What sort of a bullshit question is that? Oh wait... I made them up... Seriously, the truth is I don't do much. Work and play in vigorous amounts, but my play amounts to sitting on the computer mostly, with fairly isolated trips out to see friends, go to the cinema, gigs, etc. Find out more about me in this respect on my interests page.

Where do you get your content?

What content? All the content on these pages is mine. If I've nicked something (in context - I would never actually use anything without permission), I'll let you know directly after the usage. Music I use is permitted by the various bands that give it me - of course all legal standing on the songs remain with them. There's more about that on the show page.

What do you want to be?

Ultimately, a writer, although I'd love to try my hand at teaching first. And if my hand fails, the rest of me. It wasn't always like that. I wanted to be a journalist once. And a lawyer. I even announced my intention to become a long-distance HGV driver when I was a kid.

Are you religious?

It depends how you look at it. I don't believe in any organised religion, and I'm not into theistic religions, but I have deep faith in a system that, lumped together, probably resembles a religion.

Basically, I believe the world runs on the energy of our physical self, while the spritiual side goes on when we die. The elemental pairings of fire/water and air/earth form the substances with which our bodies return when we die. Fire and water are decided depending on the nature of the death, while air and earth are dictated by the method of our final resting situation - cremation or burial respectively.

My beliefs revolve around fate. Que Sera Sera and all that. Looking back, I used to think this before Antonia died, and in a way my faith in fate was tested when she did, but everything happens for a reason, and if her dying saved her from 50 terrible years as half a soul, then it was almost certainly worth it. I like to look at life like a train journey. We can change trains, and we can change tracks, but ultimately there's no stopping that train we're on and we can only go where it takes us.

The other main part of my philosophy is a weird sort of existentialism... It basically works that the world exists only in my life - so really I was the first man in the world because its my world. I guess its weird, but it requires two Strongbows and an hour in a darkened room for me to explain it properly.

The inquisition continues all over the site. Just don't ask me to guarantee that I'd answer your question. I'll try get back to most people personally rather than a poxy impersonal note on the website.