A - Accent: Combination of RP (Received Pronunciation, folks), North London English, and a hint of Buffy. Accent? What accent? I can't hear no stinkin' accent.

B - Breakfast Item: Banana, bio-yoghurt, wheatgerm, lots of milk - blended into a milkshake. Mmm... And also home-made waffles, but not too often because ye gods I'd be the size of a barn. Can you tell I skipped breakfast today? Am starving.

C - Chore you hate: Chores don't bother me. Although I don't jump for joy at the prospect of cleaning the loo, either.

D - Dad’s Name: Les. I call my parents by their given names - always have. Their choice. Used to shock people when I was a wee 'un. :)

E - Essential everyday item: Caffeine. And a kiss goodbye. Lack of either tends to presage much wailing and gnashing of teeth.

F - Flavor ice cream: Pralines and cream. Or chocolate fudge brownie. Or 'Oh My Apple Pie' - new favourite, myum.

G - Gold or Silver? Silver.

H - Hometown: London (England). Muswell Hill. Home of band the Kinks and serial killer Denis Nilsen. Hm.

I - Insomnia: I sleep anywhere, any table, any chair, top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge... (/eleanorfarjeon)

J - Job Title: Executive Assistant and General Gofer.

K - Kids: None.

L - Living arrangements: Cute little flat / apartment, with hot and cold running boyfriend.

M - Mom’s birthplace: Uh, Coventry, I think. Hideous place.

N - Number of significant others you’ve ever had: ...One... (I, er, found the right one and stuck with him.)

O - Overnight hospital stays: None that I recall (might've had one when a baby). Am disgustingly healthy, will never die romantically of consumption. Oh well.

P - Phobias: Stairs. I've had a lot of bad experiences with stairs, resulting in the loss of my two front (baby) teeth, and the only two times I've needed stitches. Still, that taught me - eventually - not to ride a bike indoors. *eyeroll* Would have less scars if I was a quick study.

Q - Queer: Fairly peculiar, yes.

R - Religious Affiliation: None, although was baptised Church of England (the world's most wishy-washy religion).

S - Siblings: One younger bro. Who just gave me late Christmas present of gorgeous necklace. My restraint in not pushing him under a bus when he was little has finally paid off. *g*

T - Time you wake up: 6.30am weekdays, past 10 on weekends. Night owl by nature - given sufficient time off, I end up going to sleep at about 4 / 5am and waking around midday. Like to see the sunrise from the wrong end.

U - Unnatural hair colors you've worn: Pink, red, purple, black, blue... Not all at the same time. Pink was my favourite, with my frizz it looked like candyfloss (a.k.a. cotton candy). I wanted to go for green, too, but was talked out of it. Maybe someday...

V - Vegetable you refuse to eat: Okra. Yeuch. And Brussels Sprouts - they taste of Evil. Not keen on courgette, either. Or aubergine. Or cabbage. Or cooked carrots. Or celeriac. Or celery. Or radish. Or turnip... You know, for a vegetarian, I'm awfully picky about vegetables. It might have been quicker to list what I *will* eat: I generally like salads, and it's almost impossible to ruin a potato.

W - Worst habit: Saying I'll do things and then not doing them.

X - X-rays you’ve had: Only my teef.

Y - Yummy: Brunch. I love brunch - anything described as 'brunch' on a menu instantly has my attention. Wonderful invention - to be eaten at a breakfast bar or in a diner, all chrome and glass... It grabbed me first when I was a kid, when anything American seemed impossibly glamorous and exotic and exciting... *g* Also yummy: Jack O'Neill. But that's a given.

Z - Zodiac sign: Taurus. And Year of the Snake.