Where does this find you? Tell us the story of how you got there.
Somehow, I find myself in Glasgow, (Scotland not Kentucky), which some days seems unlikely and other days perfectly natural. I grew up in a small and unpleasant town in between Manchester and Stoke on Trent. Since then I've temporarily lived and worked in Hanoi, Madrid, and Leeds but I keep ending up back in Glasgow, even though many people in my industry find it impossible to believe that one can survive outside of London.
Most of the time I love it. The only trouble is, I hate the cold. Ideally, I would like to spend part of every year in the South of France in proper weather.
Why do you moblog?
I started moblogging as a way of keeping in touch with my brother Mat. Now the people on here feel like a part of my life. I've also never been a confident photographer, and showing off the few good shots I make is a good feeling.
Whats the story behind your moblog username?
I've been Salome online since before moblog. She's one of the few women in Western myth with a good storyline and a bit of personality, and I was also reading a lot of Oscar Wilde at the time.
The Oscar Wilde connection also explains the title of my moblog 'I can see the stars from here'. Wilde said: "We are all in the gutter. But some of us are looking at the stars."
What was your childhood obsession? What happened to it?
I only recently remembered about this! I wanted a dog desperately, but was never allowed one. So I used to keep count of every dog I saw. I tried not to count any dog twice (like next-door's dog that I saw all the time) but every time I saw a new dog, I counted it and kept the number I was up to in my head. This went on for years. Last thing I remember, I was well into the 700s. I must have just gradually forgotten about it.
Now I've finally got a dog, I just take pictures of her instead!
What is the least believable excuse you have ever made?
"I didn't mean to stand you up, I must've just fallen asleep by accident." Ouch! What's odd is that he didn't take the hint.
What is that one random item you have hoarded away that you can't bear to throw away for nostalgia purposes and what is the story behind it?
I'm not really a hoarder, but I guess the sculptures I made for my GCSE art project. I'm an awful painter and my art teacher told me I was hopeless, but I found I could do things with clay that I couldn't do with paint. I got the highest score in my school for my sculptures and they're still at my parents house, mostly broken. In your face, art teacher!
Ever had an unrequited love? Tell us about it.
I use a cunning combination of witchcraft and hypnotism to make people fall in love with me, so it's not been a big problem. What's worse is being the object
of unrequited love - that's a world of guilt, awkwardness and redefinition of the term 'friend'.
What random piece of information or trivia fact do you use often to impress people?
Ducks only sleep with half their brain! When they are sleeping on the outside of the duck huddle, they have their outside facing eye open and part of their brain awake watching for danger. If danger comes, the awake part of the brain wakes up the sleeping part and the duck alerts his friends. They swap places throughout the night.
What's your worst habit?
Laziness. And whining. And whining about how lazy I am. And not even bothering to think up new things to whine about...
What question would you like to ask the next moblog interviewee?
What were you hoping not to be asked for interview52?
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