I love chocolate.
I hate escalators.
I can worry myself into a state of total immobility.
I swear a lot (no shit, Sherlock).
I was once told by someone that I was “frightened of my own potential” but was too scared to ask her what she meant by that.
I love, love, love clothes. And shoes. And having my hair done (I know that’s three things but they are all related). And another thing. I can be totally shallow. Yet somehow deep. Oh bollocks, who am I kidding?
I’m very observant and intuitive.
I really, really want to write magazine articles but no one will let me. I’d even stop swearing.
I have a very long fuse, but there’s a nuclear arsenal at the end of it.
I look a bit like Barbra Streisand, already.
Now, let’s talk about you shall we?