I make a very decent cup of tea, a questionable lasagne, and tiny dramatic speeches to pigeons when I think nobody’s watching. I like old bookshops, seaside arcades, and those biscuits that pretend they’re too fancy to be dunked. I once named the spider in my bathroom Keith and got oddly protective of him. If there’s a pub quiz, I’ll be brilliant at the round about clouds and completely useless at sport. I keep meaning to learn the harmonica, but at the moment I mostly just carry one about like a cowboy with poor follow-through.
