Ageing generic northern hipster
We (“the talent”) are exploited on a frequent basis by way of long hours, non-existent compensation, no benefits, not even regular smoke or toilet breaks (wah wah!).
Much of his childhood was spent in a coma after he tried to build a human beehive from his own 'boy-honey', petermartin therefore believes it is still the summer of 1987 and masturbates religiously to nothings gonna stop us now by starship and watching mannequin.
He loves computering, overly complex time travel questions, creating paradoxes and explaining how a fucking RSS feed works so as a general rule it’s best to steer clear of these topics if you ever meet him.
Petermartin enjoys long walks to a beat, and pink palisades