What are you most likely to take to a BBQ?
Condiments. I am a condiments freak. I would even make them myself, basil and garlic pesto, really garlicy hommus, tangy mayonnaise. I bought that little zhooosh machine they were using on Masterchef and now I blend everything. So yeah, I’d be condiment girl.
You’ve had the worst day of your life. How do you cope?
By dancing in my undies. It’s tried and tested.
Describe your future hens night?
I’m leaving this up to my best friend V (for when it happens in approx. one billion years). Though, it would be wise for her to know some pointers. I don’t want strippers. I don’t want to wear one of those dumb sash things that says ‘Bride2B!!!’ and I don’t want to end up in a gutter. Oh, and I want to wear the following dress so we’ll have to budget in that 3000-odd pound price tag.
What kind of cook are you?
A terrible one. There is no shortage of prior reference points for this. Like re-toasting toast after I’d put cinnamon sugar on it.
When you think about love, you tend to be thinking about?
Puppies, mini pigs, Miu Miu shoes with lots of glitter and jewels, my Mum, the huge wall of old family photos stuck in the lounge room, snuggles under massive eiderdown doonas, the warm and squishy inside of my ex-boyfriends Ugg boots.
What’s the first thing you seek out in a city you’ve never visited?
The toilet because I am notorious for not going before I leave home. I presume it was a bad habit my parents could never get me out of.
Can you use Google?
Can I use Google?! We invented the phrase “Youtube the poop out of that”. It could just as easily be applied to Google I’m sure…