Talk to me. Love me! Send me presents. Or don’t. Either way, here is the email address at which you will find me (possibly drunk):
I try to respond to every email (especially the ones promising presents!), but it might take a while. I do have accidents quite frequently and whilst I’ve yet to lose a hand in one, it’s bound to happen sooner or later. So if you’re eagerly awaiting a response, and it’s not forthcoming, just count yourself lucky. I’m probably out shopping for jeans with a velcro fastener…
Also, this being the age of social media, I’ve gone ahead and joined the bloody lot of them! Now I can’t sleep, because my phone beeps at me every time someone in America sends me a message – which is usually about 4am Perth time… But please don’t let that stop you! The more messages you send me, the more loved I feel. And I don’t have a ‘real’ job, so it’s not like I need sleep, is it?
Here I am on: