I am loyal, unfailingly cheerful, and fun, or so I'm told.
My Self-Summary
I really am terribly happy. I have family, friends, home, hobbies,
occupation. I study at a university just outside of London, a
location which is, by degrees, marvellously fun and horribly
frustrating. During the holidays I go home to my wonderful family
in the beautiful Lake District. It's all tickety-boo.
The only thing is that, as of late, I've had cause to review my
isolationist policy. When I look around me at people pairing off
into couples, my cynicism and scorn are beginning to be replaced by
something approaching envy. Can you help?
What I’m doing with my life
Studying in London (just) for a degree in English and Classics,
wondering what I could possibly do with said degree, editing the
arts and lifestyle section of a university newspaper, drinking
myself into obscurity, and living, alternately, extremely high on
the hog, or on whatever funds can be excavated from the depths of
the sofa.
I’m really good at
Keeping conversation going in the face of seemingly insuperable
odds, making cocktails, proofreading, and, oddly, Cluedo.
The first things people usually notice about me
God knows! Depending on the location/time of day, it could be that
I look like an incredibly confident, socially at-ease, well-dressed
young Sloane Ranger. Or, alternatively, that I am lying on my back.
Dead-drunk. In a ditch.
It varies, really.
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
I could profess an adoration of
Les Liaisons
Dangereuses,
Jane Austen,
Jan Struther and
E.M Delafield, and I'd be
telling the truth, but you're much more likely to catch me reading
Jasper
Fforde,
Harry
Potter, or, above all,
Jilly Cooper.
I'll watch any film, but I prefer something with a brain - my
musical taste is eclectic (read: bizarre). I'll listen to
Muse,
Django Reinhardt,
Michael Nyman or
Ella
Fitzgerald equally happily.
I will eat anything. Which sounds obscene, but is nonetheless true.
The six things I could never do without
Books. I'd go mad without them. A good novel is my valium.
A social life. The moment I start constucting an entire weekend
around a trip to the supermarket, I'd like to be dispatched swiftly
and humanely.
Home: 'home is where, when you have to go back, they have to take
you in'.
My friends. Yes, I know it's ridiculously cliched, but cliches do
have their basis in fact.
Gin.
Hot baths.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
What to make for supper. Whether I can afford to go away for the
weekend. When my next essay is due. Where I've put my railcard - in
short, all sorts of Mrs. Dalloway-esque trivia. Also,
overwhelmingly, how contented I am with my lot in life.
Occasionally, I think about something really profound. But not
terribly often.
On a typical Friday night I am
At some sort of party - whether it be having dinner with friends,
or christening a new house, or in the union. Am not a huge fan of
clubs though, as I prefer conversation to dancing like a dyspraxic
electrocution victim.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit here
If you want the dirt, you'll have to ask me yourself, I'm afraid.
You should message me if
You want to.