I'm a writer, I run my own design website and get to write about brilliant and beautiful stuff all day. Sometimes I get to go to exciting countries and pretend it's work, that's always fun. Sometimes I pretend I'm a novelist, but that's mostly conjecture.
I live with a fluffy cat called Baxter (not mine, eats my socks and breaks my mugs), hate losing at Scrabble (actually, any board game), have a penchant for cute dresses and I buy more books than I read. There is a teetering pile of ten by my bed. I can only read one at a time.
Giraffes, they're pretty brilliant, aren't they?