I was born on 10th February 1974, when “Tiger Feet” by Mud was number 1.
I’m a Lancashire Lass, married to a Yorkshireman. I never let him forget that Lancashire won the War of the Roses.
I hate spiders. Spiders were put on this earth to make me run faster. Kev once chased me around the house with a spider in a pint glass and I hid in a wardrobe to get away from it.
It took me 6 years, 2 tests and about 70 lessons to pass my driving test (there was a huge gap between the first and second attempts). I consider myself a good driver now though.
I try very hard not to let things that have happened to me in the past cloud my present. I don’t always succeed though, so I have been treated for depression on and off throughout my adult life.
Thanks to The Yorkshireman I’m now addicted to Diet Coke.
I’m a frustrated computer geek. I’d love to learn a programing language but I don’t ever seem to find the time. I’ve dabbled a bit with HTML code though.
I’m definitely not a morning person. No matter what time I go to bed, I always struggle to get up unless I’m left until after 10am. That rarely happens now that I’m a Mummy.
That said, I’m generally wide awake and raring to go at around 9pm, no matter how sleep deprived I am. I blame years of working a permanent late shift.
I am nearly 18 years older than my sister. When she was small, if we went out together, people would assume that I was her Mum. If our Mum was with us, they would assume that she was her Gran. I think this bothered my Mum more than it bothered me.
I also have two brothers who are grown up. Well, kind of.
I went to a convent boarding school from the age of 9 until I was 16. You can’t tell though. I’m not very refined.
I would love to live abroad, but then again I’d probably miss British sausages, tea, cheese and Marmite too much.
I’m lucky enough to consider my family members (those I’m still in touch with anyway) my friends.
I was the Social Secretary of Sheffield University Science Fiction & Fantasy Society. This meant that I chose which pub we went to after the meetings. For some reason, this was where the rest of the group felt that my talents lay.
I was born in Germany, but I have no claim to German citizenship. My dad was in the army and was posted there. I was born in a British Military Hospital and my birth was registered at the British Consulate in Dusseldorf. My birth certificate’s way cooler than most standard UK ones, it has a red seal on it and everything.
My claim to fame is that when I worked in KFC in Blackpool I once served Linda Nolan with a Bargain Bucket. I’m fully aware that as claims to fame go, this is pretty crap.
I was a smoker for years until I gave up in 1999. I’m really proud of the fact that I’m still a non-smoker now, although I would happily start up again if it wasn’t so expensive, unhealthy and antisocial as I really enjoyed it.
Despite being a Liverpool fan by default until my teenage years, once I’d been to a couple of local games at Bloomfield Road I was hooked by their brand of shocking football and sucked into the constant relegation battles and occasional promotion. Blackpool are the only English league side whose home colours are tangerine (NB, not orange). Shame really, as tangerine doesn’t really suit me. Then again, I don’t think it suits anyone.
I have been to about 20 English Football League grounds. I was working quite hard on increasing this number until Little’un came along and put a stop to my tribal terrace chanting antics.
I have a total of 8 body piercings – three in one ear lobe, two in the other, one at the top of my right ear, my nose and a belly button piercing that has now closed up. Because of my grown up job I now only wear one (matching) pair of earrings and occasionally a nose stud.
