But the film will no reveal her voice
Cause this script doesn't have any lines
I recently moved from a vile town know as Stanley, Co. Durham to a wonderful little place in London. I spend my days interning at various wonderful magazines and walking down Oxford Street at night as a way of relaxing.
I'm obsessed with French culture- the music, the language, the way French words look...everything! One time my muse bought me a French magazine from the time he went to Paris. I think it's one of the most beautiful gifts I have ever received. Only he would buy me it.
We're better than Sienna Miller and Rhys Ifans.
I have hips the size of London Bridge (and not a great desire to change them) but still adore high fashion.
I tend to do things in a sqwiggly line and cry about it. Then I buy jumpers.
I heart the idea of a Victorian love affair where everything is intense, secret and romantic.
My Friday nights consist of listening to 70s hippy music and wishing I was French.
The older I get the more (apparently) boring I become- hot chocolate and Coldplay, Damien Rice and dinner parties and M&S clothing and the BBC World Service.
I'm ambitious and will step over anyone and everyone- minus five people.
I like my name. More than brie and grapes and red wine.