Urbane Suburbanite

About Me:

Amused, often bemused. Literary. Recovering mansplainer.

Housetrained. Had a long term IE before so know how it works, but not a notch collector (seriously, who has the energy?).

In the words of Indiana Jones, “It’s not the years, it’s the mileage.” So, relatively low-mileage model, good runner, bodywork in reasonable condition for year.
Not here just to find a pen-pal (although accepting the fact that lots of the things we might *like* to do are not readily available at the moment. Packed lunches as we sit in our respective cars may be just a little tragic).

Still thinks that a walk along the South Bank, fab cocktails and kissing is a damn good way to spend an afternoon.

Knows the difference between discreet and discrete, but always has to check stationary/stationery. Recognises the importance of good shoes, doesn’t own leisurewear...

Regular runner. Unlikely to play professional basketball but doesn’t (often) have to ask for help to reach the high shelves.

Almost certainly funnier than your husband.



Humanity’s cultural highlights:

The opening lines of Catch 22 and the closing lines of God Knows (both Joseph Heller).

That very specific shade of Yves Klein blue.

The Sagrada Familia in Barcelona.

The love poetry of Robert Burns.

The opening riff of Back in Black by AC/DC. (Dun, Dununun, dununun, dunununana dun)

Discuss. Please provide citations for your answers.

Ideal Partner:

Nymphomaniac heiress with a classic car collection and a chateau in the Loire Valley.

Or alternatively, a funny, body-confident, educated, whip-smart, and sane human who recognises that this is all entirely ridiculous.

Intelligent and educated is sexy. Intelligent, educated and witty is even better. Let’s spar about books, movies, music and poetry (I’ll get the drinks shall I?).

Other Interests:

Museums / Galleries, Literature / History, Movies / Cinema, Food and Wine

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