Other facts about me you definitely didn’t ask for:
My name is Nina Cresswell. My Mam was going to call me Tuesday, but it didn’t make the final cut.
Apparently I was born on a Thursday (I only know this because an examiner announced it during a driving test and I consequently stalled. When I asked him how he knew he told me matter-of-factly that it was “basic arithmetic”).
Anyway, maybe that’s why she plumped with Nina in the end.
I have two cats. Frida is on a diet and Maya licks walls. I recently got them tattooed on my leg and they think I’m a creep.
When I’m not rattling on a computer keyboard like Kermit the Frog, I’m styling my house like Crinkly Bottom, drinking coffee on my doorstep, creating collage dreamscapes out of old magazines, wild swimming, watching Dinner Date, curating extremely specific Spotify playlists such as Juicy Glockenspiels and Songs with Good Build-ups, sending elaborate voice notes to my best friends’ in which I play various shitty male characters in their lives, cooking crispy gnocchi, raiding charity shops, playing ukelele badly, searching for my alien ancestors, dancing to Boney M, wandering round Morrisons, hoarding books, astral projecting, destroying the patriarchy, or taking out the cat poo.