Just come through horrid divorce and now looking for...?...not sure really. Someone to have a laugh with. I'm nervous as hell about this, and am just really testing the water. I have a sense of humour, I know this, cos I found it the other day at the back of the kitchen cupboard wedged behind a packet of sponge fingers and a rusty tin of Ideal Milk. I sing, probably more than I talk, I love acting, theatre, films, art, books. I'm creative - I love to write - stories, songs, plays. I dance purely for my own pleasure and the displeasure of my offspring. I play many musical instruments all to an excruciatingly low standard. I love to swim, walk and avoid as much football and rugby as is humanly possible. I have a cute ball of fluff that has been trained impeccably to ignore our every command. I like trees, pea sandwiches, RadioTimes covers and bracelets. Oh and I have a slightly unhealthy obsession with eBay and yoghurt.
I have no clue what I'm looking for, in fact I'm noIt sure what the feck I'm doing here, but if you can make my face do a happy sign, well that's good enough for me at the moment.
OK, just so you know, I think I appear pretty permanently "online" and that's because the tab is usually always open on my puter or iPod. However, it does not mean that I am always looking on OKC, in fact I'm probably not at my screen, or in the room, or even on the planet. So, please if you message me, and I don't respond, 'tis because I'm not around. And I know this sounds random, but if you do have a bump to the head and decide to send me a message, can you write the word 'orange' in it. It doesn't have to make any sense. But then I'll know that you've taken the trouble to read my random spewage and not just looked at my pics. Thank you.
Thought for the day: who picks up guide dog's poo?