Eightish Quirks

The first time I've ever been tagged, everybody! But I'm not filling this in myself, as I think I'm perfect and quirkless- of course I do; the ridges in my nails and the way cotton wool makes me cringe aside. Moreover however, I spend enough time talking about myself, when this blog could be a caustic political page full of wit and deep insights.
Ahem. Of course it could.
So, I'm handing it over to my flatmate collection to fill in- enjoy!
And play nicely, boys and girls.

1) She's never gone weekly food shopping- she just buys what she wants when she wants it, as she'd hate not to be able to buy herself some item of frippery because she'd wasted the money on food. Or she uses whatever's in the flat and leaves little sticky green IOU notes lying around in silly places. Most recent example? This morning we found a note promising to replace the honey stuck to the bottom of a milk carton.

2) She's been known to leave dates half way through a meal or cinema visit and it's rumoured she's done this in the most teen-movie style possible, by crawling out of the bathroom window. She's also been known to walk out of rooms without apology if she's bored of the conversation, something she likes to blame on being socialised late in life. However, she's adept at charming her way back into people's good books if she wants something, the callous minx.

3) She cries at the drop of a hat, but generally not when you'd expect her to. Most recent example? She cries without fail at the final season of QaF US, but not when Babylon gets blown up- she cries when Brian buys a country mansion to make the love of his life happy.
No, it doesn't make any sense to us either. Who wouldn't want a swimming pool, tennis courts and a pony?

4) She simply cannot cook, claiming that once she learns how she'll have to do it. Speaking as the lone flatmate who actually likes cooking.. she's right, she'd be endlessly exploited instead of me.

5) She's allergic to cows milk, but adores it too much to cut it out of her diet entirely. Tsssk, no self control! Plus if she did she'd be an inner flat pariah, as we spend too many cold morning afters curled up together before the fire eating cookies and milk; soya milk just ain't the same. Soya icecream though, is a different beautifully tasting story, and there's less fat in a whole tub of it than there is in one croissant!

6) She knows things! Off the wall things that aren't useful in the slightest but she likes to defend herself by claiming they might come up in a pub quiz. Yeah right, darling- she's more of a glitter and dancing girl than a sedate pub and grime lass. Most recent example? A parliament of owls. We didn't know that, did you? The extent of our knowledge only just reaches a pride of lions- tsssk, the things a boarding school education will do to you, eh? Not that the girl's seen an owl since she fled Cheshire; describing her as a big girls blouse of a city dweller is putting it mildly.

7) She's a great big romantic with a penchant for fantastic hats, warm weather and skimpy clothes, but let anyone try to woo her and she'll run a mile, leaving a trail of broken hearts as she tries to get over it; does the name J mean anything to anyone?

8) The final Quirk! Let's make it a good one, shall we boys and girls? She no longer has a credit card after spending something in the region of £1000 in the YSL shop near Green Park, simply because she felt she couldn't ask one of the lovely working ladies out to play unless she spent something. She "didn't realise the fucking shoes would cost so much!" but really the darling should have known better; shops with no prices in their window displays just aren't student territory. She charmed someone into returning them for her of course, but t'isn't the point.

9) Change of plan, we're adding an extra but we've never been any good at maths, thank you god (or of telling the difference between right and left, but that's a whole other story). She hates to wear anything on her feet indoors, hence her wandering around barefoot in midwinter (and now early 'spring') when the rest of us are running around in several million layers. As a result she's become adept at the I'm-So-Cold dance; not that this stops her from complaining about being cold though- deeply impractical is what she is, although it'll be hilarious and so very 1700s if she gets herself chilblains at any time soon. Retro with a twist, eh?


Gosh. Responses, explanations and straight up excuses to some of those pesky allegations at a later date, plus I think this may be A Melodrama of Manners' first post ever that doesn't have the word fabulous or divine in it- get in!