1 - As a teenager, I started what has now developed into a fully blown addiction to magazines, which reached such ridiculous levels I resorted to a highly sophisticated and elaborate routine of smuggling copies of international Vogues and Elles into the house without my mum noticing! Said routine involved walking around the back of the house - while sneaking in the next door neighbour's side entrance into the garden, taking the incriminating evidence out from underneath my sweater/jacket/back of my jeans, positioning it in between the shutters to my bedroom window, walking back into the house from the front entrance and, at an appropriate time, opening the window to get the magazine. It baffles me how I thought I could hide the ever-growing piles of mags developing underneath my desk. My mum, by the way, had no issues with my spending habit. I think I was just being...what's the word? A drama queen!
2 - I spent my summer holidays during my teen years travelling around Greek Orthodox churches with my grandmother and her friends. I know a lot about the lives of Saints and too much about what goes on in a coach full of Greek grandmothers! Just don't give them the microphone.
3 - I love the smell of printed paper. I will instinctively open and smell each newspaper/magazine/book I get my hands on. In fact, when someone develops the equivalent perfume I will most likely bathe in it!
4 - I once memorised and then recited back to a school-friend all the season's trends according to some magazine - obviously to the sheer delight of my poor friend - and felt so exhilarated I did so that I decided I should have a go at working in a fashion magazine one day. I clearly remember saying the words - and remember, this to what must have been a 15 year old school girl in Rhodes, Greece in 1995 - "floral prints will be big this season"!
5 - My older - and yet not much wiser - sis secretly believes I'm the Antichrist after assembling my horoscope map, printing it out and realising all my planets, stars and what not fell in the same half of the page. I frequently bring this fact up. She then retorts that as a small child, we once spent a summer playing 'hotel', an activity which mainly involved me paying her for sleeping in my own bed, eating my mum's food and visiting my grandmother.
6 - I could easily and happily survive on a diet of spaghetti or noodles. Nothing else. Toppings, of course but just that will be enough.
7 - And talking of food, I once nearly ate a drawing pin while dining at a seaside restaurant in Indonesia's Gili Islands. It somehow found its way in the delicious chocolate cake I was offered as dessert. Miraculously, it got stuck between my front teeth. After overcoming the shock, I proceeded to step into a live nest of fire ants!
But enough about me! I know have to "pass on the love to ten or fifteen more bloggers, who have to “link back to my good self (either to thank me or shower me with curses), and then reveal seven fascinating facts about your own magnificent person and pass on the love to ten or fifteen more bloggers.”
and for some good ol' non-human action:
Your blogs are beautiful ladies - and cats. Now, bring on the tales!