Me me me me me.

What I am, according to Jung typology.

How best to communicate with me, how to love me.

Hands up if you think this is utter nonsense.

Relive those Spectrum Starquake and Manic Miner days.

Another fascinating post. Got on't bus the other day and a man said 'nice perfume' to me. So I said 'thanks!' over-brightly, then went to hide at the back of the bus.

Two thoughts: why did that comment make him strange? Really. Actually. He thought he was being nice.

And why was I flattered? It's not as if I concocted the perfume by squeezing the scent out of a million petals and sparkling raindrops, I just, err, chose it from the hundreds available.

Have a sniff next time you're in Boots - it's Celine.

How is it that some people just take up so much room, even when they're small?

I was trying to get past an average sized woman who was walking in front of me down some steps and I just couldn't get past. Something about the space surrounding her body made it impossible, even though there was about a metre to the left of her.

While I'm on the subject - people who fanny around! Please just walk in a direct line to where you're going and walk to the side if you're going to be slow about it.

Ahh. That feels better now.

Was waiting for the tube, when I became aware of an angry little presence behind me. Funny how kids can have that dead-blank yet totally sullen look. I don't know what caused her to be in such a temper, but wish it was still acceptable to pout like that at 20 years older.

And ironically link to a page about the easy way to blog.

Think you're perceptive?

If you see a thumbnail photo of yourself surrounded by other people, chances are you'll immediately identify yourself.

The millions of lines, pigments and contours that make you who you are in reality are undetectable, yet a handful of organised pixels still create a recognisable portrait of you.

Had sudden worryage about how much stuff I put on myself before I leave the house each morning:

++ Ren Apricot Cleansing Milk Wash
++ TiGi Honey and Oatmeal Shampoo
++ TiGi Honey and Oatmeal Conditioner
++ Korres Grape Seed Scrub
++ Body Shop Nut Body Butter
++ Dove deodorant
++ Korres Lecithin Moisturiser
++ John Frieda Sheer Blonde Spotlight Detangler
++ TiGi Shine Junkie
++ Colgate 2 in 1 Freshmint Toothpaste & Mouthwash
++ Celine Eau de Toilette
++ Yves St Laurent Touche Eclat
++ Mac Eye Shadow in Bisque
++ Estee Lauder Eyeliner in Soft Smudge Black
++ Clinique Lash Doubling Mascara in Black
++ Face Stockholm Creme Blush-on in Stockholm
++ Smith's Rosebud Salve

All this from someone who would claim never to wear make-up, if pressed.

I've got a new phone! It's got a camera! This is me on a different phone. But you can see that, because I've just got a new phone! It's got a camera! Etc etc.

What has happened has happened. What has not happened has not happened. Thus spake Murakami. Blindingly good, we both stumbled from the theatre feeling slightly stunned. A pint of Guinness sorted us out.

Psst. You know that person who sits next to you? Find out how much s/he earns.