If you are pro fox hunt then please do **** off.
One of the kids I teach pointed at me across the room the other day and screeched 'YOU ARE A WICKED WOMAN' at me, that should tell you just about everything you need to know.
I have a very active mind, I abhor dim-witted bigots and brainless troglodytes. And Ukip voters.
On the other hand, I love being outside when it rains, muddy dogs, long afternoons in the pub that turn into plotting to put the world to rights, and the smell of old books. Love to travel, just got back from exploring the wild rocky coastline of Southern Crete, you have to climb every mountain like Julie Andrews just to buy a bottle of water.
I've spent a huge chunk of my life living in the US and was raised between England and various parts of the Middle East, now that I'm back here in good old Blighty I find that all of my friends have coupled up and settled down and I have nobody to go exploring with. If getting in the car and hopping on a ferry to Belgium or jumping on a plane to Prague for the weekend sound like fun, or indeed cramming the tent in the car and shooting up to the lakes, do get in touch. I miss having a partner in crime.
:::disclaimer::: I don't actually HAVE a car...
Tastewise, I'm a damn fine cook - vegetarian. Love to host dinner and fancy drinks parties. My film choices tend toward the eccentric - Grey Gardens, Harold & Maude, Withnail & I, that type of thing. Musically I still listen to 80's alternative and indie/electronica with a bit of folksy stuff thrown in for good measure. I read a lot. I write as a hobby and have a yearning to be published, without putting the hard work in. I dress like an evacuee from WWII and own many berets.
:::PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:::
'How's you?' directly translates as 'how is you?'
and if you think asking that is an appropriate use of the English language then no. Stop. Just don't.
Conversation Starters (i.e. what you'd like to do on a first date...)
Let's go and sit next to a sedated tiger, then go snowboarding. After that we could stand on top of a mountain looking thoughtful before going to the gym where I get to watch you lift weights shirtless. Of course no evening would be topped off without posing for a group shot with eight identical friends wearing double denim and those big boobed women who are paid by the promoter to give out free shots, and of course a selfie in the bathroom mirror.
If we can fit your car/motorbike/jetski in there somewhere, we'll surely have the best date ever.
And let's leave your abs as a surprise, eh?
Beards aren't for everyone. Let's say it together - BEARDS AREN'T FOR EVERYONE.