When I was 13 years old my form tutor wrote in my school report "Patricia has a rather odd sense of humour". (same year my P.E. teacher said I should be more aware of my legs - still can't figure that one out)
But I suppose the auld coot was right. Bout the humour, the legs, well I did have the tall girl thing of bambi on ice going on. Shall I shut up about the legs? Ok.
But the point being I do have an odd sense of humour, I know what I mean, most of the time, and I think I'm funny, most of.. well you get my drift.
Moved to Salford bout 9 years ago for family reasons (not Eastenders Fammm-li, duh duh duh duh duh duh du reasons, nowt that exciting/miserable/shoddily written [not an Enders fan]).
I'm single and I'd rather not be. Just looking for someone who thinks I'm funny, gorgeous, can read my mind, knows what I want when I want it and gives it to me! Not that much to ask for I'd have thought. But as the Argos catelogue has drawn a blank for me thus far thought I'd spread the net to include t'internet. And here we are!

I am fabulous, tall, and lovely

I'm very lucky in that I do a job I enjoy and I'm good at.
A small plucky band of individuals get to call themselves my friends and I think they'd dead cool and geed (aging myself very precisely there).
I have a stunningly gorgeous 13 year son, who is just wizard. Of course I love him, but I like him too.

My job - no, its a secret. I could tell you, but I think you know the rest.
I'm a good friend. I do that thing of what I'd like you to do for me, I do for you. Missus. Surely there's a separate box for that kind of rough talk? But no really thats just being nice to people and having a vague relantionship with karma. Mainly so you know the people who piss you off are gonna get theirs one day!!! But I'm nice really.

I have not the first clue about this one.
I shall quiz pals and get back to you on this one.
Intriguing.

Loved the Life of Pi, lent it out so can't remember author, the Lovely Bones, hey lovely book.
Fight Club knocked me on my arse, loved it. Godfather triology, ok i lie, the first 2. Everything Pixar have ever done makes me cry, in a good way. MGM musicals when the technicolor makes your eyes bleed.
I listen to the radio, so let someone else pick my music. Yes I know I could/should get an i-pod, but I could also switch the radio on and pocket the 100 quid. And it's better that way, cos when your faves come on you're not expecting it and its an extra special treat (no i'm not too cheap to buy an i-pod [ok a little bit])
Food - anything, never tried tripe, not bursting to do so. Noodle-y stuff, thai, flavour but not necessarily heat. Yummy.

I'm someone's mum, so the only serious answer to this is my boy. On the other hand
My car
My contact lenses
Soft toilet paper
Telly
T'internet
Vaseline Intestive Care lotion for all your emollient needs!

See above, plus
work
how much petrol I've got/need
whether I can be arsed to wash the pots tonight
how i really need to get out more
and get some more interesting things on this list
sex

Well I do me big Morrisons shop and then either in or out on the town with pals. Cinderella rules I'm afraid, stop drinking midnight. Which means my friends hide clocks from me.

no, just checked and there's nothing private I'm willing to admit to here.
see below

you want me to admit to something private, and really, when all's said and done, if you want to..... :D