Well, I work for a fashion house as a design assistant, originally from up north and but been living in London since early this year.
Roped into this by my mates, apparently everyone's on it these days and I need to "grow a pair"... not too convinced but what's the worst that could happen? (Maybe don't answer that...)
Quite a fan of trashy novels, (yeah I read 50 shades).
I really like the Saw films but told my flatmate not to write that.
Family & friends.
Dinosaurs... (really upset when they died out, don't like to talk about it.)
On a serious note, my career is important to me, social life and keeping in touch with friends and family up north.