What is more awesome than awesome? It has to be the lovely Chloë! She sent me absinthe chocolates. That would already make her more awesome than awesome, but she's also hilarious and has adorable Maudie to help with the awesomeness, too. We finally got to meet in Derby this year at Alt.Fiction after having lots of laughs on line. Not surprisingly, we had lots of laughs in person too. How awesome is that? Very awesome! Like Chloë. Here she is with a ladybird hat & Mr Y.
1. What's the first thing you do upon waking in the morning?
Think "oh fuck, not this again" and then get a kick in the head from
Maud the dog who objects to me being compos mentis as it generally
involves me moving and disturbing her.
2. What's a song you might be persuaded to dance to?
I could probably be persuaded to dance to anything because I’m easily
led, let's get that clear early on – and I’m especially easy once I've
had a few, ahem, blackcurrant cordials. I have a fond memory of dancing
in a student night club to "I Touch Myself" by the Divinyls and putting
the fear of god into the tiny student girls and boys (I was a “mature”
student) with my earthy hip movements … Nowt better than scaring the
3. Where in the world do you live?
Fribourg, Switzerland. It’s the city that all the other Swiss cities
look down on. And they shouldn’t because Fribourg is shiny. As long as
you don’t mind life at a molasses slow pace and occasionally being bored
4. What's a great night out for you?
Unexpected nights out - ones that are organised last minute or when you
think to yourself, "This is going to be average, so I'll just have a
couple and then get an early night" only to wind up crawling home, full
of Jägermeister or some other deadly concoction at three in the morning.
Which makes me sound like a lush ... okay, I confess. In truth, the
best nights are the ones where you can relax and talk to the people
around you and not feel awkward. That’s all I really ask.
5. What's a great night in?
Me, Mr Y and a paddle. Not that kind of paddle either. Ain’t no creeks round here.
6. If you were offered an all expenses paid trip anywhere in the world, where would you go?
India. It has been a constant desire since I was about 6 years old. I
want to see as many Ganeshas as I possibly can, see the full moon light
up the Taj Mahal, breathe in the air of the Himalayas, sink my toes
into a beach in Kerala, launch a lamp onto the Ganges at dusk for my
Grandfather, and to witness New Delhi – amongst a catalogue of other
things. I also have a hankering to see Canada (and to meet Isa and
catch up with my pal Shelley) and to see the Aurora Borealis in Iceland
(especially now as they should be at a peak for the next year or two).
Can I have one of those round-the-world-many-stop-ticket thingies
please? [Ed: yes, and me too so I can go as well.]
7. What book do you wish everyone would read so you could talk about it?
Vegan Freak: Being Vegan in a Non-Vegan World by Bob and Jenna Torres.
8. What movie makes you cry?
Oh lordy, I am a sap when it comes to movies. In real life, I’m not much
of a crier, but the movies can manipulate the crapola outta me and I’ll
fall for it every time. I’ve never seen all of ET, just can’t do it,
can’t even watch clips of it. Out of Africa nearly killed three
generations of the women in my family when I watched it with my mum and
grandmother. And then there was Reservoir Dogs. I had an immense crush
on Harvey Keitel for a very long time and I thought he was beautiful
when he was trying to keep Mr Orange alive. I bawled like a baby and
everyone looked at me like I was crazy. They may have had a point.
9. What makes you laugh?
Odd things. Mr Y can make me laugh like a donkey – he’s got a mainline
to my funny bone and I couldn’t even explain why most of the time. I
love Mighty Boosh and The IT Crowd, and a cornucopia of other tv stuff,
but I have to confess to a penchant for Jackass. I know it’s wrong on so
many levels but watching a man snort wasabi and then retching
inexplicably tickles my funny bone. I can’t lie to you; I’m clearly a
base and desolate creature.
10. Are there fairies at the bottom of your garden?
I used to talk to the ones at the bottom of the garden of the house
where I grew up. I had my own little plot at the back of the shed where
all I grew was a climbing white rose because that was all they wanted. I
spent many happy hours there.
Thank you, ma'am. You are a delight.