Sometimes I like to imagine I'm a tiger. I prowl across my jungle (living room floor), negotiating my way through swamps and vines (socks and DVDs) and periodically let out an almighty roar just to establish to anything in the vicinity that this is MY territory. I then proceed to bat a ball of string around, before a neighbour inevitably sees me and rubs my belly through the window. Before long my house is filled with excited yet slightly nervous locals, intrigued by my expert purring skills. Some wine is drunk, a game of scrabble is played, and after winning with "SEQUOIA" going across the triple word square, I calmly devour each and every one of them.

*sigh* ok then here's some smalltalk about me...

I'm in the middle of my master's degree in Sociology Research at the London School of Economics. Although it's not entirely necessary or relevant, it's worth pointing out here that I came top in my year by quite a long way for 2 years running, and even won £100 prize last year :) While I love academia and will be starting my PhD next year, my main motivation in working hard is that, since I started doing well at uni, my parents have stopped trying to guilt-trip me into having kids! Seriously, before I started the degree it was constant "Ven are you gonna giv us sam granchildran e?" (my mum's yugoslavian btw, I appreciate that looks like chav-speak, but it is in fact cute broken English!). And seeing as I hate kids (they're smelly, boring, dirty and loud, among other things), I'm clearly going to disappoint them. But now they're thinking that my academic career is too important and I shouldn't let children get in the way of it. WOOHOO!!