I grew up in Liverpool, where I stole hearts. At 18 I moved to Russia because I thought it seemed like the right thing to do in the way that, say, never voting Tory is. And also I really fancied Doctor Zhivago. (Not Omar Sharif. That was the worst casting ever). Now I live in Oxford and have a taxi addiction I can’t afford.
What I Do, Job-wise: I write things and worry that I’m a drifting-20s cliché.
What I Do, Fun-wise: Travel, drink sauv blanc, read, laugh, watch a lot of Corrie.
My Motto: Early bird catches the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese (I’m always late).
My Anti-Motto: I just ask of people that they are not nobheads. Simple.
The First Movie Star I Ever Had A Crush On: Ryan Phillippe in Cruel Intentions.
My “celebs to make out with” list: Ryan Phillippe in Cruel Intentions (perseverence is key), Trevor Eve as Boyd in Waking the Dead, most women now I pretty much exclusively fancy them.
The Most Played Song On My iTunes: Anything by the Shangri-Las or Elvis.
Last Book I Read Without Skimming Any Parts: The inference that people don’t usually read books without skimming any parts saddens me. This is everything that is wrong with the world. That, and Chris Brown. (Bad Pharma by Ben Goldacre).
My Most Worn Item of Clothing: Probably UO boots & ridiculously short denim cut-offs.
Beauty Products That I Hoard: MaxFactor Raw Silk foundation, Batiste dry shampoo
I smell like: Faux-pas and Diet Coke.
I Have Faked An Orgasm (Yes/No): yes….yeah… YES, Yesssss, OMG, FUCK YES!!!