the dreaded question: why?

a dumb answer: because i could get a tan and meet other tanned people and pretend i would be famous at the end. WOOOOOOO. an intelligent answer: completely isolated from everything other than a small group of likeminded (or not) group of people for several months, self sufficient (or not) and living the communist dream (very unlikely but hey, idealism can be fun). ive always wanted to escape somewhere, and i think being shipwrecked is possibly one of the last ways to be genuinely cut off from the world. amazing.

a tasty treat.

if you mix sunflower seeds with treacle, then add it to tea, its actually surprisingly tasty. also, try deepfried grasshoppers. taste like almonds. yum.

3 things to take (cliched i know, but its quite reflective i feel)

my mini-buddha (im so cultured its untrue), 100 mint teabags (sex i tell you) and my aviators (even a tramp can look cool in aviators)

my worst experience

being in an african hostel in the middle of a slum, a bit twatted on various alcoholic and other things, not being able to go to the bathroom because of a fuck off huge cockroach sat watching us. bad. very very bad. it was HUGE i tell you, and i think it made noises, but i wasnt really with it and was just convinced it was going to eat us or something.

my happiest moment

when my first bonsai tree seedling popped through the soil. granted i killed it 2 days later, but it was the first thing i had successfully grown ever in my whole life. i called him archibold. also waking up on a beach (granted not a tropical one) in wales, having made a little house in the cliffs and seeing a sheep tripping up in the surf. very amusing.

most disrespectful thing i've done.

i once had intercourse in my colleges 600 year old cloisters. i think god hates me now as the place was once frequented by monks. i also once stumbled into the college scr (oxford pretentiousness again) where the big tutors ahve posh dinners. picture this: me, trashed, tshirt and shorts, entering a room sevearl hundred years old, persian rugs, expensive wine, black tie clad old people, then cue me knocking over £90 bottle of port onto the aforementioned persian rug and then spotting my tutor (raving homo) and sitting on his lap. VERY bad. funny in retrospect, but not so funny when i remember the fine. oh well.

Hometown

London, Oxford for uni. im not proud of it, mainly due to the fact i have an essay due for next week, and i havent even got back yet. not funny or clever i tell you.

Occupation

student at university

Relationship status

single. joy.

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