This is me.
I write, I drink wine, I write about the fact that I drink wine. I ponder about shit that every other 30 something ponder about, and if I have the time / can be bothered / haven’t forgotten it all by the time I wake up the next day, I write about that too.
All kinds of shit, but shit that matters to me.
I like to make cool stuff. My house is full of material that got ordered from eBay after I decided that making this one cool stuff was going to be my next big thing. Every time. Multiply by the years I’ve been living in the UK, and you’ll understand that I could probably open my own DIY craft supply store.
I love wine and could talk about it for ages. Not in a wanky way though. I too often drink too much wine and wake up with a bad headache and end up watching bridal programmes on TLC.
I thought I was a great cook until I met some of my current friends. Now I know I’m just a good cook. I’m okay with it, as long as I can eat my great cook friends’ great food.
That’s all for now.
P.S.: Did I mention the wine thing?