I was going to greet you all with "A jolly good evening", but changed my mind since I don't wan't people reading this at night, morning or noon to feel ungreeted.
The lovely thing about anonymity is that one can put one's foot in one's mouth and still walk the streets and look everybody in the eye the day after. Therefore I won't give you my real name. I will give you an avatar with my real face on it, albeit in such shrunk and high-contrast a version that I feel the risk of pariah-hood nigh undreadable.
I am from Sweden, and have read most of Mr. Pratchett's novels, either in English, Swedish or both. I like them enough to become a member on an Internet forum dedicated to him and write a long, dull post in an introduce-yourself thread, which by my standards of tokens of admiration comes one step short of marriage proposal.
I am a 25-year-old, unemployed, uneducated male who lives in his parent's house. When I manage to find some time off from not working, I like to read, draw, talk to the chickens, lift metal objects and count calories.
In other words, I'm no-one important.
Nice to meet you all.
Other than the fact that they follow me around wherever I go. And defecate everywhere. And wake me up in the morning, crying out their desperate need to get out of the chicken run and into the garden to turn the flowerbeds inside and out. Come to think of it, I have quite a few problems with my chickens. But no, I'm not Methodia Rascal. I don't even know who that is. A Discworld character I've missed, perhaps? 
