When I was a student, I had a part time job as a barmaid at a dodgy pub in Kent.
Most of my friends seem to be either dead, extremely deaf or living on the wrong side of Kent.
..you wanted to be the Superman who was never Clark Kent
I've always been the outsider. I've always been regarded as some extraordinarily dangerous figure. I'm none of those things! I'm just a middle-class boy from Kent who likes cricket and who happened to have a strong view about a supernational government from Brussels.
I love to see a wood full of bluebells. Growing up in the Kent countryside, I have special memories of this brief annual spectacle.
I was born in London but, after my dad passed away, we moved to Kent for a fresh start.
I grew up in Gillingham in Kent, and my dad commuted to Victoria Station every day. I remember travelling in with him one day and the noise, the people, and the heat leaving me wide-eyed and grinning.
I played in Kent's triumphant Second XI Trophy final team last season, ironically against Hampshire 2nds at the Rose Bowl last September, finishing with 2-17 off six overs.
I'm very happy in my 18th century worker's cottage in Kent and playing my music for the dog-walkers paused outside.
You're not the ugly one. Levi Grinned. You're just the Clark Kent... ... Will you warn me when you take off your glasses?
