Passed from Chiarina

Four jobs I’ve had:
Waiter/barman/kitchen porter, MP’s dogsbody, wine vendor, games writer.

Four places I’ve lived:
Didsbury, Bath Spa, Oxford, London; in fact, that’s your lot.

Four places I’d like to be right now:
Hmph; a boat on a lake, a snowed-in cottage with a roaring stove, an ancient library packed with bestiaries and lost tracts, a homeostatic ball of ice and steel tethered to the equator in a geocentric orbit staring down at the world.

Four things I’ve done to impress a member of the opposite sex:
Watched comedy, dressed up smart n’ shaved n’ stuff, licked their private wotsits even though the flavour’s horrid, not run away immediately.

Four films I could watch again and again:
Groundhog Day, Fight Club, Animal Crackers, Grosse Pointe Blanke.

Four things I’m on the verge of learning:
Um, not sure how to answer this one; surely if I’m on the verge, I don’t know them yet. That said, I’m always on the verge of learning how other people perceive me, how I’m a better writer when I’m depressed/tired/stressed, how to communicate with other people, how not to run away from girls when I think I might like them.

Four nationalities I’ve been mistaken for:
Irish, French, Italian, English.

Four Websites I visit daily:
http://www.warrenellis.com/, http://qwantz.com, http://drawn.ca/, flickr.com/photos/grill/

Four people I’d like to continue this meme:
the shouldn’t-have-settled-for-Bath Jonty, the endlessly impressing and disappointing sibling Dov, the cerebral gamer Tom, the deliciously vitriolic JohnW