I have never seen Kill Bill.
I didn’t see Dirty Dancing or Grease till I was about 16.
I bunked off the last half hour of school one day to get a book signed by the first winner of Big Brother.
Often I don’t brush my hair.
When I was about ten, I saved up and bought The Smurfs Go Pop album. My favourite song on it was Mr Blobby and The Smurfs, in which Mr Blobby occasionally goes “BLOBBY!” That is his only contribution to the song.
I always used to make up little plans about running away (I had probably seen a film which made it look really fun and easy.)
I have a strange fondness for wildebeest. I just think they’re quite grand.
I loved loved LOVED the boy from Free Willy. I had a poster of him on my wall, which I used to snog.
When I was little, I named all my teddy bears and cuddly toys and gave them personalities and had a little sitcom-esque imaginary existence with them at bedtime.
It was during these night time role plays with my toys that I perfected my faux American accent.
That’s right, I have a faux American accent that I sometimes put on for fun. I think it’s ace. I can’t speak for anyone else.
I also went through a phase when I was about 17 where I spoke in an Irish accent.
I have lumpy knees.
Sometimes I find the news boring, although I know I should be fascinated and be all aware and things, but sometimes they go on and on, and I realise I’m not actually that interested. Ssshhhh, don’t tell anyone.
I don’t like Glee. I once watched an episode. It was not the best use of my time.
I also don’t like mustard.
I don’t think dogs are cute. Even small fluffy ones. They’re just dogs.
I love lists.