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The Bookish Old Soul

 Hello. 

As you can tell from the title, I’m a Bookish Old Soul. In a nutshell, that means I read a lot and gravitate towards the old things that pop up in life. I mean, which nineteen-year-old has a CD player nowadays?

The reason I still have one is because it connects us to something more personal. Radio chatter is comforting to me—the burble of a voice, followed by a song you rather like. If you hate it, just switch the station. I have three go-to stations: one filled with golden oldies, another that I’ve dubbed ‘Mum-music,’ and a third that thinks a ‘throwback’ is anything from 2021. I love that about radio. It’s spontaneous and real—you can have a laugh, even when you're on your own.

Books are a huge part of who I am. I read a lot—mostly fiction. It’s my escape. I also write my own stuff. If that kind of thing interests you, then you’re halfway there. Just write. You can’t become a writer in my eyes; writers just are. You just need to put one word in front of the other—that’s all.

And audiobooks? I’m all in. You know those nights when you’re in bed but can’t quite focus enough to read? If you're a reader, you’ll know exactly what I mean. Stephen Fry, with his dulcet tones, is currently taking me through Harry Potter for the sixty billionth time. I should probably call him Sir Stephen now, shouldn’t I?

I’m also writing a book. A gothic one. Somehow, I managed to get myself an editor, and together, we’ve been working through it bit by bit.

As for my style, I’m a plainclothes goth. I wear too much colour to be a proper goth, and I smile way too much too. But I love the darkness, the brooding, and of course, the music. I told someone once that I loved all that, but they didn’t laugh.

Speaking of laughing, I say some things that make people laugh. I also tend to laugh at my own jokes before I’m even done saying them. I’m a sucker for comedians, too. Robin Williams, bless him. Sarah Millican, with her delightfully filthy humour. And Aurie Styla—he’s not as well-known, but his comedy always gets me chuckling.

The last thing I laughed at was probably this joke I heard on Radio 4:

A guy walks into an interview and says, “My strengths are XYZ…”
The interviewer asks, “Hmm, right, yeah. What are your weaknesses?”
“I’m too honest,” he says.
“I don’t think that’s a weakness,” she replies.
“I don’t give a (insert word here) what you think,” he responds.

And honestly, that’s me. I tend to think of these things hours later, just when I don’t need to. You know when you’re in the company of someone you don’t like, and the perfect comeback comes to you at 5 a.m.? It’s like that—except I don’t even know who’s reading this.

Anyway, I’m sure you’re procrastinating, so go on, shoo!

Bye.

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