What you really need to know about me is my brain seriously melts when faced with one of these things.
Well, I am a Kiz. I am *cough cough* years old with a mental age of about 5. I am a photographic artist (amongst other things and whatever that might mean.) Well I am trying to be. My friend Col says it is cheeky not to admit to being an artist of some description by now after all the hours I have put in over the years. (but I have to put my artistic torment somewhere I guess. Which means I bore on about being rubbish at it and swither about being able to call myself an artist at all. But I do still have both ears.)
Things I like:
Waffling on the internet
Taking pictures
Reading in the bath
My cat
Tea
Bratpacker films
Caterwauling along with my music
Rubber ducks (I collect them)
Boots (same again. Though I swear this is a complete accident and never intended to)
Shiny tech (was given an iPhone and am slightly stunned by how much I appear to have fallen in love with it. The shame)
Churches (am not particularly religious but stone arches and stained glass make me all wibbly. In a non dodgy, good way)
Strictly Come Dancing (well till they jiggered about with it. This series better be good)
The quiet coach on trains
Late spring time in Scotland
Things I hate:
Buses (Trying to catch one can drive me to tears)
Loud mobile phone talkers in public. Shoosh the lot of you.
People spitting on the street. Yack
Bin gifts from my cat
X Factor or any reality show that exists to humiliate those parts of the general public who don’t know any better. They make me feel like a Roman sitting back and watching the Christians desperately win over the hungry lions. Painful (say what you want about Strictly but at least everyone is already in the public eye and is paid for their pains)
People who drop heavy doors behind them instead of holding them open
Women who complain about people (men) holding doors open for them. This is not striking a blow for feminism, this is encouraging bad manners you daft mares. Everyone should hold doors open for others. (if that doesn’t betray my age, nothing will)
Horror films, my mental landscape is perilous enough without giving it any ideas
Sodding Scottish winters (they are supposed to be mild. Ha. I am still not over the weeks of snow we suffered last winter)
David Cameron (he looks like a Nick Parks plasticine creature. I can’t look at him without thinking of evil penguins)
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