1. What's your favourite way to eat chicken?
In a Mr Cod Chicken Fillet Burger. Oh, yes. Fried chicken is my favourite. Chicken Cottage and KFC rate highly, but they're not a patch on Mr Cod. Although I am very partial to enchiladas.

2. What is your greatest intolerance (and don't say yourself or me...)?
Hm. Hmmmmmmm. I'm not sure. I really hate people saying chav. I don't like (I've said this here before) people getting annoyed by things they haven't taken the time to fully understand (like taking the piss out of 'baby on board' stickers) I don't like people trying to hold their own in an argument when they're clearly just making stuff up (I do this!) I get annoyed by people who claim to be religious but don't consult their primary texts - I think if people are going to evangelise they should at least know a smattering of history and theological theory. I get annoyed by Christians who take their convictions from the Old Testament (woah, don't eat shellfish dude, and don't be gay, cos we're just starting out here and we need all the kids we can get) and not from the New Testament (hey, let's all get on and be friendly, no-one's perfect. oh and by the way women are evil) which after all is where Christ blinking shows up. I still don't know enough about other religions to make similar comments but I'm sure a lot of similar stuff goes on any where were men have been in charge for a while.
Um. And I got really really cross with some tit on tv last night saying too many books were being written and they were all shit. Too many books? I mean, honestly.
And I don't like it during rush hour when people sit down on the flippy seat on the tube. Why do they do that? Why do they think the seats fold up? Ak.
Wow, I'm quite intolerant.

3. Which political party do you lean towards? And will you be voting?
I suppose I'm Green, but I'm open to persuasion. I like the council I have at the moment and they're Tory but I don't know if having a good council means they'd still be as good if they were running the show. Being brought up in the Eighties has given me an intrinsic distrust of the Conservatives.
I'll definitely be voting.

4. What makes you most happy, apart from BBN?
Loads of stuff make me happy, I'm quite easy to please. I like duvet days, lazing around watching trashy tv and not leaving the house. I like seeing my friends because I've only chosen ones that make me laugh and feel good about myself. I like music and dancing. I like buying things from Lush and taking a bath for two hours. I like reading The Fortean Times and Livingetc and That's Life! and Take a Break with big bars of chocolate. I like it when a stanger grins at me on the escalators. I like being alone, very much, having the place to myself to do whatever. I like having crushes on people (not serious ones) and gossiping. I like sitting out in the park or a beer garden boozing in summer and I like being snug in an old man pub boozing in winter.

5. What's the naughtiest thing you've ever done (that you'd admit to)?
Hmmmmmm. I shagged someone in the toilets at a club during a foam party and on my way back to the bar grabbed some foam and put it on myself and then berated my boyfriend for abandoning me and said I'd been wandering around lost for hours. But that was in my youth. It makes me feel a bit queasy to think about it now.

acceptable to gently swipe at the arse of your boss if he's got chalk dust on the back of his trousers? Is it?

Thought not.

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Friday is a cool day, non?

Last Friday I made a flying trip to Reading as T has also decided it's not for her at the moment and she's escaping. Probably the last time I'll ever go in The Local, as T(e)BS doesn't live anywhere near and Dazza and Em2 patronise The Bar. Still Dazza came up and danced with us to some rubbish we put on the jukebox, and it was busier than it had been in a while so it was nice to see some friendly faces.

Saturday was Katey's birthday party, which went on well into the morning and gave me a hankering for those all night sessions I remember from uni. People sitting around talking rubbish and one lone man dancing on carpet to Dolly Parton. It was tres enjoyable. And then I got to see foxes and let Chauncey smoke in my flat. In your face estate agents! In the morning we had brunch. It was lovely.

On Monday and Tuesday I did no packing whatsoever, and on Wednesday I met Em2 and The Hannahaha for food in Soho, something we hadn't done before and we should do more often. I drank too much though, foolishly ordering a half bottle of white cos everyone else was drinking red. And then going on to The Intrepid Fox. Why do I do it?

Last night we saw wonderful Ed of the wedding we're not going to, and ate Korean food. I drank cold tea. Those crazy Koreans. But only had one alcoholic drink, so go me. 

Tonight we have to pack up our entire house, as (hopefully) we're moving tomorrow. How did I know that would happen? Still, e_b's got the day off, so I thoroughly expect everything to be packed up neat and tidy by the time I get home.