When I was 12 I was ranked the 871st best Scrabble player in the United Kingdom. I only attended one competition the next year, dropped to 976, then I stopped playing.
I am a proficient Campanologist. I have rung several quarter peals and an extent on a ring of six, normally as the tenor. I am considering taking it up again because I need money and you can get paid for weddings, though I'm not sure if they allow piertced atheists to do it (I learned when I was much younger).
One of my legs is a centimetre shorter than the other, owing to having a ton of sheet metal dropped on it when I was three. This has left me with a strange, gimp-like walk and is the main reason I prefer to always wear boots, for their additional ankle support.
I have had my poetry published twice, once in a collection by children when I was 9, the other time in a magazine as an adult.
I have been arrested once, for writing "Legalise Murder: Why Should Governments Have All the Fun?" on the wall of an abandoned building whilst extremely drunk. The arresting officer told my mother later that I am the politest person he has ever taken into custody. I was so polite he let me turn out my own pockets, which meant he never found the eighth of skunk. He tried to embarrass me in front of my mother with the bottle of amyl nitrate and the tobacco he had taken from me, but it didn't work. The only other time I thought I might be arrested, I was also extremely drunk. A police officer made me prove I was drunk by holding an electric shock pen, such as one might purchase at a joke store, for six seconds, then let me go. At least, I think that's what happened. He definitely made me hold the shock pen. All I did was piss on a wheelie bin.