What I Do, Fun-wise: Power ballad club nights, cross-Atlantic flights to tell boys I fancy them, perfecting olive oil carrot cake recipes, stretching.
My Motto: "Don’t ever write a novel unless it hurts like a hot turd coming out.” - Charles Bukowski
My Anti-Motto: “Save it for a special occasion.”
The First Movie Star I Ever Had A Crush On: Jason Donovan in the west end production of “Joseph and his Technicolour Dreamcoat”. I’ve always preferred live performance to the screen- you get to breathe the same air.
The Most Played Song On My iTunes: “Myth” from Beach House. Perfect writing accompaniment.
Last Book I Read Without Skimming Any Parts: “Gone Girl” by Gillian Flynn. I was late to the party but so glad I came- a story so utterly compelling that I didn’t want to miss a beat of it.
My Most Worn Item of Clothing: Black pleather jacket- acquired in Detroit in 2010 and worn everyday since then. I’m veggie, so real leather is a no-go.
Beauty Products That I Hoard: I’m a beauty slut, with no product loyalty, but Rimmel’s liquid eyeliner with the long brush is the only eyeliner that gives me proper cat’s eyes.
I smell like: Cerutti 1881.
I Have Faked An Orgasm (Yes/No): Yes. And I don’t believe any woman who says otherwise.