Hey, I'm Jordan. I'm a British 17 year old :) Born on 23rd April 1996.
I'm from Shrewsbury, England.
I'm a football (known as soccer to some of you) fan, snooker fan, CSI fan and avid reader. I love Big Bang Theory and NCIS.
My music collection is guaranteed to both please and horrify you. Because you may love the punk that inhabits it, but then you're probably compelled to hate folk or soul. And vice versa.
Photos I post are usually cribbed off google images :)
If I use your photo and there's no credit given to it, please ask me and of course I'll put your name to it.
My pages (archive, ask etc) are located at the bottom of the main blog page. :)
I'm writing/typing a work of fiction about a rock band, which can be found in the "fiction" tag and the My Attempt At Writing Fiction page.
I can be found at email@example.com (could you please tell me your name and/or url though, to clarify for me?) because there's no character limit and you can see what you've sent there, or twitter.com/lfcsi96 and I have facebook if you should want to talk there. My goodreads account is http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/13458084-jordan-bines
I'd love it if we could follow eachother! Please! :P
“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene