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I suppose I should put something about me and also something to keep matt happy when he's perving over my profile. In which case : I speak too fast for human ears, eat more than it looks like I do, play a lot of instruments but none particularly well, own part of a forest in Devon that I'm involved in conservation work with, love a good whisky, have an ambition in life to own an aston martin, get wound up spectacularly easily, know of only one hat that suits me, find getting out of bed harder than anybody else on this god forsaken planet, have legs comparable to a giraffe, am starting to worry about the effect age is having on my face, wear pretty much only black and white, and cannot decide these days whether I prefer the countryside or the city. I believe a mixture of both is best, much like chocolate and milk.
Oh and for matt, try not to be too late tonight. Dinner at 6.30. kisses.
Anyone with a spare £1,200 can get me one of these so I have something to hold onto when we get robbed again and they take my laptop.
My Interests
I don't know why the writing here is so big.
I'd like to meet:
Madame De Pompodore from Doctor Who. She's a fucking fittie.
Music:
I don't like music.
Movies:
Whatevers on tv really.
Television:
Neighbours. Come on Susan and Karl just admit that you're made for each other
