About  Me

We'll start off fairly gently shall we...?

I'm a single girl living in Cambridge. I'm tall and intelligent and I live in my own place. Not Only am I tall, I'm also skinny and bottle-blonde, (that's six feet three inches in my flat boots, 36-24-36, and you'll have to ask the hairdresser for the barnet details). I'm pretty good looking. It does depend a little on who you ask of course, but I have reliable sources that tell me it's true, and, so they say, I turn heads, that's cool too. Do you think I'm being big-headed? Well, let me tell you the catch..... I wasn't always a girl. I loathe the labels that go with this which is why I prefer not to use them, the label makes you think something and the mental picture it conjures up for you might be crap. This way I get half a chance at the image you get.

Now back to that thing about big-headed.... I worked long and hard for this, a few years ago I was a singularly inept, ugly, awkward, scruffy youth, one of those you'd vote the least likely candidate for success. Big-headed? I may well be guilty, but it's been a long and torturous road, so if a little self appreciation of my success is big-headed then that's what I am. When you get to know me you'll see that I'm neither as confident nor as arrogant as I like to make out, I'm just proud of my life that's all, as I said I worked long and hard for this and now I'm having a ball and it's getting better all the time.

Anyway I didn't start all this to talk about my gender identity, (ask me if you want to know something), I just wanted to put the record straight. I'm not looking to pull men and I'll not be accused of trying to mislead anyone. I live most of my life in the straight world, for want of a better label and there's nothing worse I can tell you than when someone else tells you what they think you should know about me. They always do it really badly.

I've included a little gallery with a few pics, 'cos everyone likes to have a gander..... but that's it on that subject.

Right, if you're still unhappy click on the exit sign ..... 

...and don't forget Momma's gun!

And for those left standing....

Much as I would dearly love to tell you that I am the new lottery-rich-playgirl for the next millennium, I can't. Internet or not, I can't stretch the truth that far. I'm at college. I'm going to get a degree in Computer Science and get a really good job with loads of stress. It will also have to have lots of money so that in a few years time I can ride around in the back of a long back car and be really flash when I go to Sainsbury's. As I have neither sufficient youth talent or looks to be a Rock `n' Roll star I'll have to make the money some other way.

I have worked in the past of course. My last job was in an office, well more of a tiny white cell to be brutally honest, with two telephones, and I used to spend my day being nice to old ladies, sarcastic to drunks and condescending to foreign students. I also used to shout at people on the radio. Not in the same way, you understand, as my Dear Old Nan used to argue with the newscasters on the television, we had a two-way radio in the cell and I used to shout at the drivers. If you haven't sussed out that it was a cab office by now you should have pressed the exit button back there and be lying on the floor in a pool of blood with Momma's gun.  

 --Watch out for more tales of destruction and public outrage from the cab office in the future.--

What else do you need to know...? Hmmm, how about what I like? Sex `n' Drugs `n Rock 'n' Roll covers it really. Fast cars, black guitars, beautiful-boys, gorgeous-girls, jazz, blues, Jack `n' coke, vodka, cheap red wine......

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