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Name: |
Ali
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Nickname(s): |
scrampy, chickin', alis, nappy
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Birthdate: |
February 22nd, 1972
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Occupation: |
Ass. Manager, Cyberia Cafe London.
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Location of photobooth used: |
Goodge Street Tube, London W1
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Most desirable food: |
currently 'baclava', but generally any cake.
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Most sought after hot beverage: |
tea, regular with milk and one, please.
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Favorite type of severe weather: |
electrical thunderstorms (mm-mm!)
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Preferred building material: |
wattle and daub
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Ability to juggle on a scale of 1 to 5 (5 being circus level): |
3 (2 when premenstrual
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Type of hat you would wear if it were going to be permanent: |
huge rasta tam' in acid green
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Number of bones broken so far: |
none. (boo-hoo)
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Game enjoyed under the age of eight: |
'3 Bad Eggs', 'Operation'
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Type of animal you wouldn't mind being: |
Rat
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Peanut Butter: |
HATE HATE HATE IT, creamy or ruff, it sux catan's sock.
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Rorschach: |
kook of course. ;)
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Question you wish were here: |
What is your motto for life? Mine being:
Keep your spirit level.
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Optional comments: |
I hate the sound of hoovers, and abhor bananas
(I can barely bring myself to write the word), and
murky dirty orange colours. I have a near
fetish for the smell of fresh laundry. I have
rather foolish green dredlocks which only add to
my proficiency as a freak magnet. I am a
starlet at heart...this being just one of endless
numbers of weird appearences I make in terms of internet
presences...cf. cyberia merchandise
page. Men should be circumcised, women should not.Amor vincit omnia.
Peace in '93 baby... ;).
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