That person

My name is [mostly, but not very often] Eleanor. I’m from London, 20[?!], and still trying to work out how that happened.

I like lots of things, but I’m not particularly good at any of them. I can play music (oboe, flute, recorders, ukulele…), like to read (if and when I can), am re-discovering drawing through the prompting of dull lectures, love crafting and making things with my hands (mess being the speciality), and I have a rather shocking propensity for dancing. Morris is the latest passion. Yay for leaping around with a stick (if not being a master of ‘whooping’), and they’re even converting me to hankies… There’s a reason for my reputation as a middle-aged man (the on-going mid-life crisis notwithstanding).

I’m pretty damn nerdy – there’s no denying it. I like a whole bunch of obscure things and knowing useless facts (pi, anyone?) and hang around on the internet far too much. I tend to spend more time than is healthy in/on/an Guiding, and love it. Hurrah for B.-P. and shorts sprouting knobbly knees. It’s worth knowing that I will do absolutely anything for a fabric badge. Just don’t stick me in a tent, or I may never leave. There’s nowhere better than a muddy field with a wood fire and a few trees/stars/bugs for good measure. And I will not ever be convinced otherwise.

I don’t people. I don’t social. And I cock up a hell of a lot. I admit that I can be a little difficult over really little things – don’t call me a girl or a lesbian if you don’t have a bunker to go hide in. No, really. If I’m irrationally angry and incoherant, it’s because I’m irrational, and I’m angry, and I’m sorry. Incoherancy is a way of life. As are bloody quick recoveries.

There’s a bucket of salt, and it’s to be used. Heavily. I swear (South London up-dredging, ftw). I have opinions. And views that should get me shot – and frequently do. I’m happy to talk about them, and interested to hear about others’. Yes.

When I grow up I want to be happy. But while I’m working on it, there’s Day Zero, various never ending tasks, and an aspiration to study. Someday I will get the hang of life, too. Maybe.

I’m living in the middle of nowhere London. Want to post me things?

[Me]
[Room Number]
Alban Hall of Residence
Heythrop College
Kensington Square
London
W8 5HN

(Since folk can easily work out where I am from blog content, but do e-mail me if you want the full&proper numbered address that might actually get things to me within a few months.)