|Location||London, United Kingdom|
|Introduction||Cake, booze, sweets. American TV boxsets. Decaf. Words, words, words. Jewellery before clothes, bags before shoes. Nail varnish. Pop culture dissector, kitchen dancer, charity shopper. Lazy perfectionist. Prone to inappropriate crushes on fictional characters. Long time rocker, reformed raver. I also like French rap and turning the bass in my car up as loud as it will go. Big believer in birthdays. My weapons of choice are sarcasm and the gluegun.|
|Interests||Vintage homeware, Vintage clothing, art deco, antiques, Carboot sales, charity shopping, art, graffiti, museums, photography (to look at, I'm rubbish!), theatre, jewellery, handbags, sweets, markets, anything with vampires, reading, craft, baking, films, music, stand-up comedy, poetry, travelling, magazines, writing, time to do all the above!|
|Favorite Movies||Withnail and I, Heathers, The Lost Boys, Ferris Bueller's Day off, This is Spinal Tap, Pretty in Pink, The Breakfast Club, Let the Right One In, Human Traffic, True Romance|
|Favorite Music||Generally - rock, techno, trance, XFM type stuff, Seattle Grunge, the odd bit of pop genius, currently - Florence and the Machine, Kings of Leon, Underworld, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Prince, Dizzee Rascal, Garbage, Chase and Status, Eminem, For old times sake Bon Jovi, Guns n' Roses etc|
|Favorite Books||The Outsiders, Possession, The Secret History, Cold Comfort Farm, Rebecca, Northanger Abbey, E|
Describe the sound of a moist waffle falling onto a hot griddle.
Waffle? Griddle? I live in South London. The sound of breakfast in my house is me yelling at two children to hurry the hell up and eat their cheerios.