Phil Seaman, the mere mention of his name causes people to either shudder in repulsion or shrug their shoulders as if they couldn’t give a fuck. Coerced into a proposed career in Journalism by parents fed up of him lazing around the house, eating their food and stealing their money, Seaman is one of those kind of people you just bloody hate.
Thus, his career path could not have been laid out better in front of him, because nobody likes a journalist. Often seen sporting a mop of ginger hair (viewable if he hasn’t been pelted with eggs that morning), a roguish smile and the ability to offend Hitler, Seaman does nothing except for listen to music new and old and complain about said music. Expect to see much of this side of him on this here blog.
Seaman is also officially better at writing than Alex Dimond.