Ella Harriet Turgoose
My blogs
| Gender | Male |
|---|---|
| Location | London |
| Introduction | I was born in Eastcote Middlesex, to parents who are convinced they descend from royalty. My mother, Petula (Her real name is Patricia, but whenever anyone calls her "Pat" she is bedridden for days, hence the adopted name. As yet no-one has called her pet, but I imagine hospitalisation will follow - For the caller and my mother), now lives in a vast detached country house in Kent, large enough to house most of the Kippergate Estate, where I live, yet they rattle around inside like peas in a drum. My mother insists were it not for the vast distance she can put between her and my dad, and the extra sky+ box, their marriage would have ended years ago. My father is something of a saint, or, as my sister Connie has noted, mentally numb. Somehow he survives my mother's constant badgering and strangely seems to enjoy it. Sometimes I see soldiers returning from Afghanistan with a detached glaze to their eyes, and it is a look my father wears constantly. I have no partner, no children, and a cat called Eeyore. |
| Interests | Cake, coffee, men (All of which can be found but are invariably bad for you) |
| Favorite movies | Bridget Jones, When Harry Met Sally, NOT E.T. (My youth was made torturous by this flaming film - I have the initials E.T. - If any of my former classmates are reading this, no, I still haven't phoned home. |
| Favorite music | James Morrison, James Blunt, Subo |
| Favorite books | Leaving Coventry by Sue Townsend, I feel bad about my neck - Nora Ephron |