Well, this is it.  My home page.  Oh my god, I can hear you saying to yourself (yes, I'm psychic like that), is this yet another of those totally pointless pages that seem to be springing up all over the web at a rate of one every 3 nanoseconds or so?  Is this yet another of those ridiculous "hey, I've got a net account and a web page editor, so I'm going to tell the entire world all about me, despite the fact that nobody really gives a toss" pages?

Well.  Um.  Yes.  Actually, it is.  Sorry.  But somebody asked me to do it.  So there.  That's my excuse, anyway, and by golly I'm sticking to it.

So here it is.  Dave's home page, with special guest appearances from Sam the Giraffe and friends.  No, don't ask who Sam is.  I don't know either.

Oh, if you get bored of reading this dribble, you could always click here and go slap some Spice Girls!  Which, let's face it, is always a much better option than boring yourself to death looking at this stuff, now isn't it?
 

A potted history of the life and times of me (including rare, never-before-seen footage)

A pointless picture of a giraffe