Wondercrumpful adoraderp. Laughs a lot. Wears glasses. Cynical Romantic. Retronaught.
I like words but am aware that I am very out of practice. I sing, I dance. Usually explicitly on the tube. Mentally anomalistic. I work in Gl-advertising, but past lives include struggling theatre maker (as in people struggled to sit through anything I staged), museum lush and frazzled teacher.
“When I am an old woman I shall wear purple/ With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.” Sod it. Why wait? I am clumsy. Like a drunk baby elephant in a halter-neck dress. Crippling fear of heights and, more importantly, depths.
Eternal abecedarian (still have to say the whole alphabet out loud). Comics, comedy, films, theatre and street art make life worth living. Intolerant of gluten and negativity. I don’t know my left from my right. Thrifty autotonsorialist. I dislike disambiguation and mistrust maculomancy. I am messy. I would like to be a sesquipedalianist.
London | 18 July 2015