My perfect Sunday:

Waking up, rolling over, and then falling back to sleep for a while. Coffee, strong and black with some brunch. An afternoon snuggle on the sofa. Time in the kitchen chopping, simmering and creating a great dinner to share.

My first concert / My dream concert:

My first concert was Bob Dylan.

I secretly want to be:

La Femme Nikita. (The Peta Wilson version). Mostly, I just want to kick ass.

If I won the lottery and quit my job, I would:

Travel, eat and sleep in late!

I want to come home to:

You.