A story about me
I was born in a small town in the so-called Heartland of America. (If this is the heart, I’d hate to see the liver.)
I am mostly self-educated, which is why I am such a berk/pillock/git/twat/stupid cow. My education has been in the areas of history, music, spirituality, whatever.
I have interests galore. Most of them are more interesting whilst listening to My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult live in concert, a beer in hand and no inhibition. But some of my interests are pretty interesting on their own. Am I interesting on my own? Some might think so. I may have them fooled.
I’m a single parent while my husband is in England. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, etc. I highly recommend marrying a foreigner and not co-habiting except for a few months out of the year.
I’m a writer. Perhaps not a very good one, but so be it. I couldn’t be worse than Queen Victoria’s very own William Topaz McGonagall.
I served ten years in the Air Force. I have no further comment on that.
I’m a socialist.
I think the French are awesome.
I love broad Sheffield accents.
I can’t think of anything else to say.
