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: