Contradictory is the word that can be used to sum up my inordinate quirks; for it spares the confusion of well, contradictory adjectives like messy perfectionist. Having a value of close to zero in narcissistic points, this introduction seems harder to write than throwing a full dinner party. Which brings us to the wide ranging interests of my highly fascinating soul; from perfecting the rise of a chocolate souffle, to capturing a moment in time on film, and of course not forgetting watching the world pass me by. Other vices include coffee at every juncture of the day; sleep at every opportunity; and shoes in every heel, pattern and colour. Also known to have a great weakness for toddlers, travel, the telly and trampling on people with cynicism and sarcasm to boot. End of life dream? To be a freelance writer for Vanity Fair with 2 kids and a man-slave living in an Upper East Side penthouse overlooking Central Park.