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Three little quirks you have that not everybody knows.

uh 1: I went through a phase where I could only seem to write fiction if I was using a bright pink biro. That's bright pink ink, not the colour of the pen itself.
I grew out of it and now almost exclusively write with Parker biros. Because I still cannot seem to write with chap pens. They annoy me and distract me to the point where all writing ceases and I have to go search for a pen that I don't despise.

2: I can go for literally weeks eating the exact same thing for lunch day after day after day... and then still crave it for dinner later too.

3: All melons, with the exception of watermelon, give me a really unpleasant feeling down my throat, like it's sore but not. I'm assuming I'm mildly allergic to them or something.
The symptoms are reduced though, by eating the fruit really REALLY cold, whereas it's much more pronounced at room temperature.
Really cold watermelon though, I will guzzle by the bucketload in the summer. (see point 2...)

Three things people SHOULD know about you if they want to get along with you better.

1: Scratch my CDs and I will KILL you. Only 3 of my CDs have scratches on, one due to an accident on my part, one due to being involved in a motorbike crash and another due to being lent out to an awful lot of people before I realised this was a very, VERY bad thing.

2: I can easily be bought. My loyalty and favour can be purchased for a moderately reasonable price and I promise to genuinely try and tolerate you for a good 3 days or so...

3: Don't talk over the top of me, it's the most painfully annoying thing ever.

Three pieces of obscure trivia (general trivia, NOT about you).

1: There are websites out there genuinely devoted to explaining the best way to sexually satisfy your pet hawk. It involves a shower, a large glove and safety goggles. It's not a sexual practice to be undertaken by the faint of heart.

2: A study conducted by Alan Hirsch, M.D., neurologic director of the Smell and Taste Treatment and Research Foundation in Chicago, revealed that one of the things that put men into an immediate mating stance wasn't pheromones but buns - the kind with cinnamon on top. According to Dr. Hirsch, penile blood flow increased when his subjects sniffed cinnamon buns. (A piece of trivia I liked so much I made it my e-mail sig)

3: Steven Tyler can almost fit a whole grapefruit in his mouth (I've seen him do it)

One odd thing currently in your purse, wallet, or pocket.

I have a knitted Pixie in my leather trench coat pocket. His name's Albert and he was made by Charlie's mum. He's roughtly six inches tall and is dressed in black and purple, and his skeleton is made of pipe cleaners so he's poseable too. He's been in there since the second year of college along with a mini pack of fruit gums that I really should throw out and 26p in loose change.
He's in there to babysit my walkman and the spare batteries when I wear that coat. He's a guard-pixie.
He's also a filthy perv and has coverted the pocket into a luurve den with a little pixie sized rotating bed. *nods knowingly*

For some reason my mum's listening to Abba downstairs. That's unusual...

Oh and it's Dancing Queen... bless, I have that mantal image of Ian McKellan gooving on down to this like he told Sue lawley he did on Desert Island Disks...