About

At last, after all these years! Welcome, comrade, welcome. Sit down. Rest your weary elbows!

I’m Katie and I’m eighteen. I still find it weird that the thing I identify myself by is shared with so many other people. There’s four of me on the local library computer records. Four people with my name in this tiny town. How weird is that?

I like books. Comedy is my north, my south, my east and west. I also very much like TV-shows, especially funny ones. I also like Criminal Minds. Buster Keaton is the prince of everything, as far as I’m concerned. I like quiet, still and funny films, things by Wes Anderson and Alfred Hitchcock, anything starring Jimmy Stewart or Ben Whishaw, Labyrinth and The Princess Bride, Hammer Horror, The Muppets, Little Miss Sunshine and foreign language films whose names are in a language I shan’t even attempt to replicate here. But they are very good, even if I don’t understand them without subtitles. I don’t understand most things without subtitling them in my mind anyway.

I always wished I knew more magic tricks. When I was small I wanted to be an escapologist. I don’t know what that says about me. I grew up a bit and wanted to be an illustrator or a writer, a costume designer or a prop maker or a comedy commissioner or an interior designer. Now I don’t know what I want to do, but I’m sure when I figure it out it’ll be great.

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I broke my lovely fountain pen (which was a going away to uni gift). The nib’s broken and it’ll cost £33 to replace it. D:

No! That’s saddening. It’s always awful to hear of the loss of a good pen. Replace it with something cheap and wait until your birthday to replace it?

In other news - HELLO, it’s been a while, I miss you, Olivia, how are you, I bet you’re good, apart from the upsetting incident with the fountain pen.