The Great Prattzo!

I'm a Pratt. There I've said it. I'm a Pratt and I'm proud. I'm one of five immigrant Pratts (one Pratt turned King) and we're pretty tight-knit.

I immigrated from Bristol England when I was two along with my mother, father, sister and brother. I'm more Kiwi than anything these days. I spent time on the beach in the sun in summer, know and love my kiwi music, eat fish and chips from the paper, and all those other great things that we do in this wonderful country of ours.

There are aspects of me that are fundamentally Pratt though. "Pratt Madness" for instance spans the generations. Pratt knees unfortunately have been handed down and also Pratt back. Pratt picking at the side of my thumb to pass time.

I've also inherited Fitzsimon, my mum's side. Not so much though unfortunately - they are small thin and long eyelashed :) I certainly inherited the Fitzsimon jaw. I've inherited the Fitzsimon "cringe at the sound of someone cleaning their teeth".

When I travelled to the UK in 2001 I discovered a few things about me that were fundamentally "Pratt". Funny to think that these things were programmed into me at birth. Still these fundamental things make me fundamentally a Pratt. And a pretty proud one at that.

My Heroin

I'm listening to Paul Weller's "You do something to me" and soaking up the beauty of this amazing song. It's one of those songs that go right through to the heart of you and block out everything else. One of those songs that you feel rather than hear.

I don't know much about music. I can't play any instruments and I wouldn't know one note from another but I do know what I like. Music is something to me that I can't live without it. There's music for every mood, happiness, sadness, fear, love, peacefulness.

I can't imagine life without it.