Joe Blogg - a profile

Joe Blogg, as I mentioned earlier somewhere in this blog, is quite a character. I consequently decided to create his profile, his quintessence of 'Joe Bloggness', his habitat.
Joe Blogg is uneducated. His handwriting is big and unsteady, because of the huge intellectual effort put into it. His speech is incorrect and tinted with aggressive tones.
He normally lives on a council estate, in a run-down mid-terraced house he is renting from the local council. His home is dirty and it smells. There are no carpets at all in his house, and the furniture is scarce and broken. There are remnants of anger management issues forever in his doors and walls. He owns a massive plasma TV screen and a super-duper hi-fi stereo. He watches pirate DVDs and he has an impressive collection of them. He smokes roll-ups and he often adds other 'stuff' to his smoke. He also drinks a lot. He generally lives on take-aways bought from shops run by people he despises; because Joe Blogg is also racist.
You always see him wearing a tracksuit and a baseball cap. In the summer he ditches his string-vest and flaunts his bare chest on the street. His tracksuit bottoms hang really low, so you can see his underwear. He wears cheap gold chains, the bigger the better. His knuckles are raw (you might think that's because he drags them on the floor as an aid to his walking? ha) because of all the fights he's been into. His gait and general body language would intimidate any reasonable being - he seems to always square up to somebody.
He doesn't have a job. He is not interested in working, as he is better off living off the state. He has dodgy friends and he is always in trouble.
Joe Blogg is not married, but he has several children by different teenage girls, who live on the same estate. He often manages to reinstate the peace and order in his neighbourhood with the power of his fists (see supra).
He drives a car for which he doesn't pay the road tax duty and he is not insured on. The car is usually fitted with illegal blue lights. He has a dog, the favourite breed being Pitbull or Staffordshire Bull Terrier. The dog is trained to attack (or deter) anyone who can be considered an 'enemy' (officers of the law, the tax-man, most of the town's population and including God, then?)
Joe Blogg has had a difficult childhood. His mother died young from an overdose and his alcoholic father disappeared long before Joe was born. Him and his siblings had to grow up fast - and become streetwise. Therefore, Joe Blogg doesn't have any respect for anybody and he thinks the whole world is against him (and his dog).
He thinks he belongs to a superior race that somehow got muddled up by mistake with the rest of us lot. Joe Blogg is certain that one day he will rule the world and the laws will be re-written for him, so he is always right.
Simply put, I am ashamed to admit, but Joe Blogg will always find a morbid way to fascinate me.