“As soon as I reach some kind of definite policy about what is my kind of music and my kind of restaurant and my kind of overdraft, people start blowing up my kind of planet and throwing me out of their kind of spaceships!” – Arthur Dent
I can never seem to keep this thing up to date. As soon as I work out something to say, it all changes again.
For a while there I was a DJ, a poet, a singer, a linguistics student and a dedicated resident of London.
Then I was bumming my way around India with my boy at my side. Then we came home, grew up, got jobs, new flat, got married, all that jazz.
Here is my favourite self description I’ve ever written, from my much-neglected twitter (@sirisa)
Atheist, feminist, socialist, vocalist, poetess, optimist, linguist, guitarist, tourist, purist, will-o-the-wisp, bit of a lisp, love-in-a-mist, words in a list.
These are my adventures, presented only shortly after they occur…