Warschauer Straße beauties
matthew gardner
is my name and I have inexplicably written it in lower case there. People who are not my mother and my credit cards call me Matt. Other variations on the theme include Mof, Mathijs, Matthias, Matteus and Pete. I’ve given up insisting on the correct spelling of my surname. Don’t even get me started on my middle name.
That is me in the photo. I am the one on the right. The other person is Knicola, who I lived with for a year in Berlin. That photo was the product of our most refined artistic pursuits and is but one of a vast collection.
I am 21 22 years old and divide my time between London, where I am in my final year of have just completed a German degree, and Nottingham, where I do absolutely nothing of any value whatsoever.
I have nothing but very vague ideas about what I would like to do with my life. These ideas do not even enlighten me as to my future after I graduate (hopefully) next year month. This lack of the slightest clue about how I will pay off my student loan leads to a personality prone to cynicism, pessimism, sarcasm and general arsiness. But that’s only on the bad days; the rest of the time, I’m quite inoffensive.
I’ve been telling enraptured audiences about my life since college (oh, how I laugh at all these johnny-come-latelys springing out of the woodwork left, right and centre these days) and like to think I’m just starting to find a consistent style.
