I'm tediously practical with a silly streak, lazy tempered by the habit of picking up random new sports, read like books are going out of fashion but never seem to have read the same books as anyone else. I live in a top floor flat and quite like it because the jog up the stairs wakes me up a bit. I have an enormous collection of shoes but they're all for some specific sport or other, which means I spend most of my time in a very battered pair of Doc Martens. I'm fiercely independent but seem to fall into the same routine, which sort of makes sense - it's *my* routine damnit. :-) I have a black fedora hat which I picked up in the most unlikely of places and got most attached to, long before it got attached to the stereotype of internet douchebags. I wouldn't mind so much, but in 90% of douchebag photos it's actually a trilby.
Outside of work? Cycling, gaming (electronic and boardgames), any number of sports which I pick up and usually fade away from just as I'm getting the hang of them.
Currently all my sports and hobbies seem to be vastly expensive ones. I love ski-ing/snowboarding, but Cambridge just stubbornly refuses to grow mountains.
In the same vein, I had an hour's flight in a helicopter for my birthday and would absolutely love to just get up in the air and fly every time the weather is good, but I seem to have left my mountains of cash in my other trousers. Flying hours so far: 1. Time spent daydreaming about flying: way waaay more than that.
Oh, and I'm being worryingly keen on answering the OK Cupid questions. What can I say, some of them are interesting and make you think and the rest I just put a smartarse comment on.
Writing waaaay too much when I do fill them in.
Back rubs, or so I'm told. I might be being told this purely as a ploy to get more back rubs...
Logical thinking. I got nicknamed "Spock" on holiday one year. I didn't help my cause by being the only person who could do the Vulcan salute, either.
Tinkering. I like nothing more than taking stuff apart to see how it works. I even have a decent record of putting it back together correctly.
Oh, wait, I forgot the gormless smile. And the hat.
Book: Sorry, geeks to the fore, it has to be Hitchhiker's Guide.
Movie: March of the Penguins.
Music: Dire Straits, Money for Nothing. Actually, that's a photo finish with Beautiful South and Don't Marry Her.
Food: I have a highly irritating wheat intolerance so lasagne is off the menu. I'll have to resort to gourmet sausages instead. Pork and apple chipolatas, yummy.
and as an added bonus, alcohol: Black Baron real ale.
I want to put "internet" at the top, but no, I could live without it. I'd just live a very different kind of life... probably a much healthier and more exciting one. Still, at least I have pictures of cats.
Bike. I get everywhere by pedalling, I get nearly all of my exercise from it and it's a convenient outlet for my "I need to do something mechanical" urges.
Something to tinker with. I stitch chainmail jewelry, I dismantle broken electronics just to see how they went together, I break other people's designs for a living. It takes a rare kind of person to go on an impulse buying spree in B&Q's tool aisle, but I am precisely that rare. As in, the opposite of "well done".
Saturday nights I'll be down a cosy real ale pub drinking beers with names like Old Growler and swapping double entendres with a bunch of old friends.
Or if you go anywhere near the indoor snow slopes in Hemel Hempstead or Milton Keynes. Snowboarding is about ten times more fun with someone to laugh at each other's pratfalls.