Things you are afraid of: Scream man, sharks, snakes, wasps, having to kiss/hug strangers as a greeting, TV announcers late at night, the sea, choking, hell, public speaking, aeroplanes, looking stupid, panic attacks, forgetting peoples names, stand up comedy where they pick on the audience, role playing in interview situations, dementia, the dentist, Owen dying, hallucinations, my dark side.
Things that make you laugh: Owen, my Dad, too many TV shows to mention, my likeness to Lisa Simpson, being tickled, bouncy castles, running for busses, nerd sex, geek humour, TV Chefs, Rhodri, getting drunk with friends, near death experiences (or the exhilaration afterwards), cats falling out of trees, my sixth form poetry, Bill Hicks, Ricky Gervais, Jack Dee (and many others,) pigeon English, silly puns, The God Channel, my own general incompetence, making three letter words during 'Countdown', The Mark Steel lectures, politically incorrect humour, things that make you cringe, Mr Bean, adverts from the 1950’s, panel shows, pretentious people who are at the same time incredibly thick, life in general.
Things that make you cry: Too many films to mention, my parents going back home after visiting for the day, Owen shouting at me, letting people down, 'Epitaph' by Badly Drawn Boy, getting caught doing something bad, guilt, arguments, period pain, people saying they are proud of me, death, old peoples homes, anniversaries, too much whiskey, my brothers calling me fat, failing at anything, looking through old photographs, compilation CDs from people I’m no longer friends with, beautiful scenery, Winnie the Pooh, saxophone solos, 'Strange Fruit' by Nina Simone, hurting people I love, regrets, stubbing my toe, falling over, weddings of people who really love each other.
Things you love: Myself, Owen, Popple, all those close to me, people in general, piglet from Winnie the Pooh, Charles Bukowski, chocolate, long walks, sunshine, conversation, alcohol, sex, drunken sex, pushing limits, connection, collaboration, reading, blowing open doors of perception, The Buddha, Ajahn Brahm, The Guardian, real coffee, masturbation, Tesco DVD Rental, good wine, bad wine, forests, churches and their graveyards, cats, singing, erotica, writing, politics, a good snog, moonlit dancing, friendship, words and language, intelligence, impermanence, meditation, turkish delight, hobnob biscuits, going to The Willow, tea, Dr Pepper, philosophy, travelling light, visiting friends, watching TV naked, foreign films, all good music, Benjamin Franklin, my huge feet, when Yorkshire men call me ‘petal’, cooking new meals, playing the same song on repeat, overanalysing, The Marquis de Sade.
Things you hate: Looking at photographs of myself, people who can’t admit it when they don’t know something, anyone who looks down on anyone else for whatever reason, ignorance, competition, slavery in all its many forms, being touched on my neck, computer problems, people who diss feminists without really understanding anything about them, corporate capitalism, the arms trade, old peoples homes, right wing religion, drunken drivers, people who fish for compliments constantly, those people who when clothes shopping just throw wrong sized clothes on the floor and don’t pick them up, my chin, general selfishness.
Things you don't understand: Most things in the world including but by no means limited to: maths, science, any language that isn’t English, art (as in paintings and stuff), dance, Chinese opera, the rules of the road, The Karma Sutra, people who like George Michael or shoe shopping or badly written fiction. Why anyone would want to own a tarantula as a pet, why vanilla ice cream and chocolate custard tastes better than anything on earth, car maintenance, flower arranging, how to fix an Mp3 player, the intricacies of anything historical before 1900.
Things you're good at: Identifying other people’s strengths, comforting people who are suffering, explaining stuff, reading fast, keeping myself occupied, putting words together in an order that makes some people want to read them, thinking too much.
Things you suck at: Spending too much time alone, running, eating small portions, remembering to phone people and other people’s birthday’s, asserting my will in a conflict, cracking one liners, making light of a serious situation, tidying up, remembering to dust once a fortnight, paying council tax on time, reading books right through till the end, sitting through long films, taking photographs, driving, controlling my addictive personality.
Things on your desk: I don’t really have a desk. There is the computer table and that mainly has stationary and a computer on it. There is a phone from when I phoned my mum earlier, and a mug from the tea I just had. That’s it really.
Right now you are: Jigging my leg, very sleepy, listening to Voxtrot through the stereo, waiting for Owen to finish watching a Russian film before we go to bed, hungry, tired of racking my brain for facts about myself.
Facts about you: Oh, enough of the narcissism already. I think I’ve talked enough.
Things to do before you die:
Tie the rope to the beam and kick the stool from underneath me.
(Sorry…. depressives joke)
Time for bed, I think!
Things that make you laugh: Owen, my Dad, too many TV shows to mention, my likeness to Lisa Simpson, being tickled, bouncy castles, running for busses, nerd sex, geek humour, TV Chefs, Rhodri, getting drunk with friends, near death experiences (or the exhilaration afterwards), cats falling out of trees, my sixth form poetry, Bill Hicks, Ricky Gervais, Jack Dee (and many others,) pigeon English, silly puns, The God Channel, my own general incompetence, making three letter words during 'Countdown', The Mark Steel lectures, politically incorrect humour, things that make you cringe, Mr Bean, adverts from the 1950’s, panel shows, pretentious people who are at the same time incredibly thick, life in general.
Things that make you cry: Too many films to mention, my parents going back home after visiting for the day, Owen shouting at me, letting people down, 'Epitaph' by Badly Drawn Boy, getting caught doing something bad, guilt, arguments, period pain, people saying they are proud of me, death, old peoples homes, anniversaries, too much whiskey, my brothers calling me fat, failing at anything, looking through old photographs, compilation CDs from people I’m no longer friends with, beautiful scenery, Winnie the Pooh, saxophone solos, 'Strange Fruit' by Nina Simone, hurting people I love, regrets, stubbing my toe, falling over, weddings of people who really love each other.
Things you love: Myself, Owen, Popple, all those close to me, people in general, piglet from Winnie the Pooh, Charles Bukowski, chocolate, long walks, sunshine, conversation, alcohol, sex, drunken sex, pushing limits, connection, collaboration, reading, blowing open doors of perception, The Buddha, Ajahn Brahm, The Guardian, real coffee, masturbation, Tesco DVD Rental, good wine, bad wine, forests, churches and their graveyards, cats, singing, erotica, writing, politics, a good snog, moonlit dancing, friendship, words and language, intelligence, impermanence, meditation, turkish delight, hobnob biscuits, going to The Willow, tea, Dr Pepper, philosophy, travelling light, visiting friends, watching TV naked, foreign films, all good music, Benjamin Franklin, my huge feet, when Yorkshire men call me ‘petal’, cooking new meals, playing the same song on repeat, overanalysing, The Marquis de Sade.
Things you hate: Looking at photographs of myself, people who can’t admit it when they don’t know something, anyone who looks down on anyone else for whatever reason, ignorance, competition, slavery in all its many forms, being touched on my neck, computer problems, people who diss feminists without really understanding anything about them, corporate capitalism, the arms trade, old peoples homes, right wing religion, drunken drivers, people who fish for compliments constantly, those people who when clothes shopping just throw wrong sized clothes on the floor and don’t pick them up, my chin, general selfishness.
Things you don't understand: Most things in the world including but by no means limited to: maths, science, any language that isn’t English, art (as in paintings and stuff), dance, Chinese opera, the rules of the road, The Karma Sutra, people who like George Michael or shoe shopping or badly written fiction. Why anyone would want to own a tarantula as a pet, why vanilla ice cream and chocolate custard tastes better than anything on earth, car maintenance, flower arranging, how to fix an Mp3 player, the intricacies of anything historical before 1900.
Things you're good at: Identifying other people’s strengths, comforting people who are suffering, explaining stuff, reading fast, keeping myself occupied, putting words together in an order that makes some people want to read them, thinking too much.
Things you suck at: Spending too much time alone, running, eating small portions, remembering to phone people and other people’s birthday’s, asserting my will in a conflict, cracking one liners, making light of a serious situation, tidying up, remembering to dust once a fortnight, paying council tax on time, reading books right through till the end, sitting through long films, taking photographs, driving, controlling my addictive personality.
Things on your desk: I don’t really have a desk. There is the computer table and that mainly has stationary and a computer on it. There is a phone from when I phoned my mum earlier, and a mug from the tea I just had. That’s it really.
Right now you are: Jigging my leg, very sleepy, listening to Voxtrot through the stereo, waiting for Owen to finish watching a Russian film before we go to bed, hungry, tired of racking my brain for facts about myself.
Facts about you: Oh, enough of the narcissism already. I think I’ve talked enough.
Things to do before you die:
Tie the rope to the beam and kick the stool from underneath me.
(Sorry…. depressives joke)
Time for bed, I think!
