John
Johnnycyppa.
Cyppa? As in Cypriot.
Greasy. Little. Cypriot. Or so I was called as a child. Along with “little brown boy”. Mother could be cruel.
Short, balding, sebacious but loveable little fellow. Partial to big hairy smelly dogs, wife beaters down the boozer, intelligent films that mess with your head and dance music.
Favourite subjects, poo, getting on my soapbox and slagging off the system, more poo, animals doing weird stuff like bears cycling on tightropes wearing superman costumes, women.
