SBV: A Description.

Just before payday, every month, I look in my wallet and say hello to the little moths that live there. One of them is called Gerard. I can't work out if the other one is a boy or a girl though so I just do that thing where you avoid ever using someone's name, basically by calling them Um.

Despite the fact that just moths live in my wallet by this point, I'm always safe in the knowledge that in the left side of my wardrobe will inevitably be a shiny new dress. It is unlikely that the dress will actually be shiny, because there is only a smattering of girls who can pull off wet-look clothing and I am a) not one of them and b) have no desire to be one of them. But it will be NICE. And plentiful. Why the left side? Because dresses don't GO in the right side, GOD. (EDIT: Since putting up this page 2 years ago, dresses now inhabit both sides of my wardrobe with room for very little else)

I'm older than I look with a real, grown-up job, a degree and a postgraduate qualification in marketing, yet am unmatched by my ability to talk at length about hair, clothes, makeup, shoes and high school comedies and romcoms of no artistic merit whatsoever. However, I learnt to use a big posh camera a little while ago, so while I'm talking nonsense, I pepper it with nice pictures, and it distracts people.

I like rainy days, walking on the beach and horseback riding. Apart from how I hate rain, dislike sand (IT GETS EVERYWHERE) and am scared of horses.

I'm not very good at writing these things. Anyway. How are YOU?