My name is Sinéad. My mother has a sick sense of humour, named me after a crying bald pop star. No, I will not sing that song for you.
I’m 23 but behave like an angry old man. I live in a small flat deep within the Black Country. My main interests in life are reading, writing, baking and tennis. I also like biscuits.
I tend towards the melancholy and get told off for not smiling enough. My mother says I was a serious child and I suppose I haven’t changed. I am happy every now and again, just can’t be arsed to show it.
I like being alone because otherwise nothing is accomplished. That said, I love my close friends and enjoy finding new people who intrigue and appall me. Do your worst.
I use this website to document my daily happenings, moan about all of the writing not being done and formulate plans that may never come to pass. Here you will encounter recipes for magnificent cakes, tales of mad rabbits, photographs of the places I escape to and reams upon reams of words without meaning. You might leave this website thinking I’m nothing extraordinary, but hopefully you’ll be back regardless. What say you?
