What’s in a name?

  • I am named after a Shakespearean heroine who dressed up as a boy
  • I have 2 middle names – Frances and Rebecca
  • I live in London with my saint-like other half but will soon be moving have recently moved to Switzerland and am coming up to my 4th anniversary here
  • I’m about to live alone for the 1st time in my life I’ve lived on my own for nearly a year now  over two years  bloody ages and can’t ever imagine living with anyone else. This attitude will have to change eventually.
  • I still don’t have any brothers or sisters
  • 2 other people have lived with my family (instead of their own) for one reason or another.
  • I have an unhealthy obsession with gin and tonic, red wine, port and cheese
  • I started smoking when I was 13, I quit for a while but seem to have taken it up again. I intend to quit again.
  • I started drinking about the same time
  • My father is an orphan
  • He was one of the first people to be adopted in Ireland
  • My perfect threesome would be Mark Cueto and Ben Cohen … I don’t know, I change my mind with the wind and although the older I get, the less I think I’d be able to cope! I could be bothered
  • I have an un-natural obsession with crap cheesy pop and musicals
  • And am quite happy to admit I know most of the words to most songs
  • It annoys me when people try to sing along but don’t know the words
  • It’s become a rather odd habit of mine that I listen to the Les Mis soundtrack while walking home after a night out. And I tend to text Fursty Ferret to tell him this. I’m sure he appreciates this.
  • If I could live at any time period I would live in the late 1800’s and I would be very rich – actually, on second thoughts, I wouldn’t mind which time period I lived in as long as I was very rich!
  • I love flirting with people but sometimes I think I can go too far. Although, most of the time I’m not meaning to flirt at all.
  • It doesn’t matter if they are good looking or not
  • My biggest fear is the thought that people don’t want to be around me and talk to me. If it’s suggested that someone is talking to me against their will [ie, I am forcing them to talk to me and they’re desperate to get away], I get stupidly upset. As I grow older, though, I care less and less.
  • I hate letting people down
  • But I sometimes do it
  • I always complain I am getting old even though I am under 30 
  • I am now officially old
  • I hate the fact that my parents must know I am not a virgin anymore (virgin’ on the ridiculous)
  • I can translate latin given enough time
  • I have known some people from the internet longer than I have known some of my closest friends
  • I can be a complete bitch if I want and I don’t care who knows it
  • I could speak Husa (Nigerian dialect) before I could speak English
  • I then moved onto Spanish when I was 2 1/2 and my English was rudimentary
  • I now have a degree in English and can’t speak languages to save my life
  • I don’t really have any deep dark secrets
  • I play used to play rugby. Since hanging up my boots I’ve taken up touch and don’t know what I would do without it.
  • That does not make me a lesbian
  • Sometimes I worry about nothing, just for the sake of worrying
  • I am not a career woman – never have been although I’m starting to think now that I’m in Switzerland, I have no choice but to become one of those unmarried 40 year old women who live for their careers. That, or a cougar. Or a mad cat woman.
  • I can’t wait to be able to settle down in a nice house in the countryside
  • Now things have changed I wonder whether I’ll ever achieve this dream. I genuinely have given up on the thought of ever being married.
  • Despite everything that happened, I still don’t understand what N sees saw in me
  • I’m getting old before my time – sometimes I’d rather stay at home with a good film and a glass of wine, rather than go out with my friends
  • I want to be popular but I don’t think I am
  • I’m very argumentative when I’m drunk
  • When people ask me about the move and ask whether I’m scared or excited, I don’t know what to say because I’m not sure how I feel about it yet. I just say “both”. Now I’m here, I realise that actually, “both” is true.



13 thoughts on “What’s in a name?

  1. allstarme says:

    That’s interesting about your father.

  2. nuttycow says:

    Interesting and quite scary that Ireland bought in adoption laws so late.

  3. zak says:

    in a twist of irony, can i use your copyright notice on my blog? i think it successfully covers all the basics and is just verbose enough to look official.
    not that such notices stop intellectual property theft, but it’s good to hold onto the illusion

  4. i played rugby in high school. now i coach it!


    my name is from the Shakespearean play “The Merchant of Venice”

  5. Diane says:

    and here I thought you were a guy – but that might have been from the picture in the art museum in NY – seemed to be a man standing with the young girl…did I take a left turn somewhere?

  6. The Model of a Modern Major General says:

    here’s to random dancing (and I still can’t do it very well….)

  7. Eurodog says:

    Just dropped in for a visit.
    Je ne parle ni moo ni Husa.
    Have a nice day wherever you are.

  8. spudballoo says:

    Loved this! Feel like I know you a little bit now….<<<don't be afraid. Again….;-)

  9. bevchen says:

    I just came across your blog… somehow. By clicking lots of links… I’m not sure how any more to be honest.

    This list is great. You seem like a really interesting person.
    I haven’t been to Switzerland much, even though I live within 3 hours of Basel! Really need to do something about that.

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