This is Jake. He joined me at 14 Premier last night. It was good to arrive from London to a not-so-empty pad. One of five other photography students who I will be living with this year, Jake is the traditionalist, a film-hungry still-cameraman who wants to escape to the earths extremities to find the money shot. He loves the fundamental art of photography, processing film, being in the darkroom, and just glares with excitement when he gets into the subject. His excitement is contagious and he's promised to show me the tricks of the trade this year. Jake is a country boy, from the south. His long locks are nearly dreaded from wear, his jeans worn and safety pinned at the knees; wear and tear. He plays the piano, longs to get his hands on some ivory and jam. In the meantime, his CD doesn't skip a beat. He's got loads of albums, a varied mix from folk to indie to theatre. He had The Lion King soundtrack cranked all day. Not your typical uni bloke.
He drinks more tea than anybody I know. Even more than Casey. He has an oversized ceramic pot and a massive mug to match and just chugs. He likes his beer too. The cheaper the better. Starting to sound more like your typical uni bloke yet? I thought so, until he came home with toilet cleaner and a stash of hand soap.
Score. We're gonna get a long just fine.
