I live in in north London. Moved here for work but my heart belongs to the north, Sheffield in particular.
I work in campaigning, it's great. Not sure it's particularly fashionable to love your job but I do.
I do craft. Well I start craft. My speciality is half finished scarves, individual mittens and unframed cross stitch.
I'm fairly opinionated. Lefty, secular, feministy politics floating my boat mainly.
I love maths.
I don't like prime numbers.
My favourite book is Alice in Wonderland.
My favourite film is either Pan's Labyrinth or Dumbo depending who I'm trying to impress.
I only had my first ever gin this year. I took to it like a duck to, well, gin.

I work pretty hard, try to fill my free time with theatre, books, craft and friends.

Venn diagrams.
Not taking myself particularly seriously.
Drinking small quantities of wine.
Catching trains with seconds to spare.
Cross stitch.

To look at - I'm short, probably wearing a silly winter hat of some sort and carrying lots of stuff for work.
On first conversation - I'm quite sarcastic but never mean, interested in your opinions and happy to share my own. I can't hold my liquor.

Black Books, The Hour, Doctor Who, Borgen, Torchwood, Green Wing, Neil Gaiman, Victoria Wood, Big Bang Theory, strawberry laces, the West Wing, Jonathon Creek, Summer Heights High, Josie Long, bacon sandwiches, Tim Minchin, Peep Show, Caitlin Moran, Douglas Adams, Dara O'Briain, Simon Amstell, gravy, Robin Ince, the Crystal Maze, Pod Delusion, Up, Infinite Monkey Cage, Disney's Robin Hood (you know, the one with the animals), Bill Bailey, ready salted Chipsticks, How I Met Your Mother, Grey's Anatomy, Blackadder, peppermint creams, Monk, science textbooks, maths workbooks, Angel (and Buffy someday, did them in the wrong order), Alice in Wonderland, Matthew Bourne, Rocky Horror, David Gray, musical theatre, Return to Oz.

Bookshops
Graphs
Pork pies
Tumble dryer
Strawberry laces.
A job that makes me want to get out of bed in the morning.

How did society let the dialogue on perfume adverts get so out of hand?

Intending to be in the pub with friends. More likely, on a train back from working somewhere a couple of hours away, wondering whether to treat myself to a glass of wine and a packet of Quavers.

About once a year I spend a whole day panicking that I'm the Truman Show.

You like girls with opinions, a sense of humour and dodgy taste in knitwear.