Parisology *big cheesy grin*, playing my flute, listening to music, drooling over Dylan Moran, pickling my liver, bellydancing (no jokes, please), and being irritatingly pedantic about grammar, spelling and punctuation...
Music
The majority of artists I listen to are dead. I like it that way. I don't have experimental 'pop' albums to worry about.
Movies
I adore film noir, particularly films like Casablanca and The Maltese Falcon. There is little I wouldn't give to be a femme fatale in a world of broads, dames, poor street lighting and wisecracking private eyes.
Besides that, I tend to watch satirical comedies, such as Clue, Robin Hood: Men In Tights, Dracula: Dead And Loving It, and Airplane.
Television
I rarely get time for television these days, and when I do, I'm usually irritated by the influx of reality TV shows that are certainly not based on the same reality I inhabit.
Books
Anything Terry Pratchett has ever written. Also, Jasper Fforde, the little genius that he is, and Tom Holt. Lynne Truss is also my heroine.
I read a lot of non-fiction too, mostly books about language or linguistics, or pop-psychology and anthropology. Watching The English has got to be one of my favourites, along with anything by Stephen Pinker.
I also recommend Speak For England by James Hawes, A Year In The Merde by Stephen Clark and Candide by Voltaire (as with most books, infinitely better in its native tongue). On no accounts go anywhere near La Peste by Albert Camus; I haven't read such a worthless piece of drivel in a long time.
Heroes
Those who perform great feats of linguistic dexterity. Terry Pratchett, Ogden Nash and Tom Lehrer spring to mind.
About me: You wish to know Zoë? Zoë is many things.
Zoë is a self-confessed logophile, a word lover, a verbiphore, a logolept, a sesquipedalian, a parisologist, and a general book pervert who slavers over the written word with lascivious relish.
Zoë wallows in her own pretenacity, which she indulges by using neologisms like 'pretenacity', when really the word ought to be 'pretentiousness', because it sounds better.
Zoë is an incorrigible flirt, and by the way, she loves that shirt you're wearing.
Zoë would like to be a misunderstood genius, but suspects that people understand her all too well.
Zoë has a weakness for good wine, good jazz, and certain Irish comedians covered in dairy products.
Zoë is not particularly ambitious, save for a relentless desire to rule the world, smite the ignorant and illiterate, and live in a big castle with a moat and turrets and a bunch of male concubines. She doesn't ask for much.
Zoë is a lover of wordplay and bad puns. She is particularly fond of the double-entendre, and would love it if you gave her one.
Zoë is far too easily amused for her own good.
Zoë croit que la meilleure langue pour en faire l'amour est le français. Meme le Gettysburg Address aurait été érotique si on l'avait dit en français.
Zoë knows you want her. (Unless you are a member of her family, of course, because that is generally frowned up, even if you do happen to live in Suffolk)
Zoë is a contradiction in terms: she is conservative yet open-minded, happy-go-lucky yet passionate, laidback yet pedantic, attention-seeking yet shy, and enigmatic yet open.
Zoë doesn't like Marmite.
Zoë is, by nature, a hedonist, though her taste in music would suggest otherwise.
Zoë speaks five recognised world languages, plus Military, Music Student, Suffolk, and Retard. (Needs must)
Zoë fucking hates Luxembourg.
Zoë is an atheist, which means that, while you might get eternal salvation, she gets to eat chocolate 365 days a year, even during Lent, without feeling guilty. She thinks it's a fair deal.
Zoë lives in Ipswich but her heart will always remain in Cambridge. Well, actually, her heart will hopefully always remain where it belongs, just behind her sternum, but metaphorically, it will always remain in Cambridge.
Zoë spends far too much time on Myspace. She also likes talking about herself in the third person a lot.
To make life easier, I’ve organised my Plans For World Domination into this funky little index so you can go straight to whichever one you wish. Kudos to Andy Anonymous for all the help (and coding) he gave!
Who I'd like to meet:
Anyone who has read all this, absorbed it, and still wishes to talk to me. Anyone who wishes to pledge their lives to promoting my cause and is willing to prostrate themselves before me and declare me their leader. Anyone who is polite enough to send me a message before requesting to add me. An elf would also be quite cool. I'd like to meet an elf.
Also, I'd like to meet anyone who could even compare to just how cool this girl is. Anyone know who she is?
I am fascinated by accents and dialects, and so would love to hear from anyone on my list. I have installed a new technically thingummyjig below, with which you can leave me a voice message for free. Be my guest.
I'm looking for some monolingual French and German dictionaries to take to uni with me but I'm having difficulty finding them. I was wondering if you have one for French? If you could tell me what it's called and where you got it from I would be most grateful!
I cannot stand him! He goes round and round the point, never really getting to it, and he's forever going on about how awesome he is because he possesses the poetic intellect, unlike the other scum who live on the earth.
His shorter poems, like Ozymandias and Love's Philosophy, aren't so bad, it's just the long ones that irritate me. I don't mind long poems, it's just *his* long poems.
Then again, I don't have much patience for the Romantics in general, so that's probably why I'm not keen on Shelley.
I love snow, and all the forms Of the radiant frost; I love waves, and winds, and storms... I love tranquil solitude... I love Love.
Over the top romantic, idealistic rubbish.
From what we've studied, Shelley is one of those poets who really really divides people. I've read things saying he was arrogant with no real ideas, and other things that have said he was an angel on earth.
In nine days I never have to think about Shelley again, and I can't say I'm disappointed!
I didn't see it (my historical-film-seeing friends are back in my old city). In regards to the "abandoned mother" issue, I remember being personally upset over actor Billy Crudup leaving Mary-Louise Parker for Claire Danes in the middle of Parker's pregnancy with Crudup's child. Talk about repellent.
Well hope u hav a very merry christmas hun :) and any days you are free before u go bk to uni? really need to see ustill got your birthday prizzie and christmas lol so let me know hun and yea btw i got a car for xmas ;) and a new phone will give it to u later. take care hun xxx
I don't know if you got my text or not.... But I didn't realise you were at the back of the bus today! You should have said something! What you doing Thurday night? Haha I hope you know if you're doing nothing you can come carol singing with us!
Well, we're onto Candide now! It's a very strange book, but quite funny too. It's amusing when we don't understand some words so don't understand why it's funny, and Mrs Ring starts laughing and has to explain it to us, and then we laugh too. Ahh, fun times, I'm gonna miss Claydon when I leave.
Looking back, 'La Peste' isn't actually *too* bad... Tarrou is a bit mad, but it wasn't that awful! Well, I didn't think so anyway. Though you're right, Candide is better!
Omg the 20 years old bit scares me when i look at your myspace now, it doesnt feel possible lol omg I'm 20 soon ahh..
Anyway when u next free jess and i are dieing to see you again, so plz let me know what weekend u are free, before 7th December plz as im going to America for 2 weeks!
and soo srry its late babe but not been online, been away in london. so its better late then never ;) anyway love u loads need to meet up soon got your prizzie!! love u loads huni hope your day was filled with happiness! <3
