About Rammikins!  

You have just stumbled (or were forced) onto Rammi's Flickr profile. On second thoughts, that sounds a bit dodgy... Um, I guess I should tell you a bit about myself.

I may not be a bitch, lover, child, mother, sinner or saint, but I am a...

90s Pop Music Lover and Vocab Expert, Rocketeer, Batman Cupcake Girl, Smartie Muncher, Popsicle Eater, Clog Thrower, Consumer Whore, Legwarmer Wearer, Rathergooder and Member of the Soupy Legion, Bastard Fairy, Invi Doll Creator, Terry Wogan Wannabe, Unofficial Eurovision Commentator and many, many, more...

Hi! I'm Rammi. :) That's not my real name, but I don't really like my real name, as it's a male name in most countries, but that's a story for another day...

I have many nicknames, ranging from the downright insane (Rammikinilindomakarina and Rammidammidingdong spring to mind), and the obscene (Hestekuk means 'horsecock' in Norwegian, if you didn't know).

My birthday is on the 14th of December, and I was born in some unpronounceable hospital in Bangkok, Thailand several years ago. I speak Thai somewhat fluently, but I can't read or write it. I came to live in London, England when I was 3 or 4 years old, so am technically a Brit. Damn it.

Like a magpie or pigeon, I am attracted to shiny things. And no, I don't mean that in a dirty way. If you ever have the misfortune to go shopping with me, you'll see that I tend to go for the glittery and sparkly objects, much to the annoyance of others around me.

Actually, if you think about it, I display many pigeon tendencies.* I home onto areas in London, and can usually be seen wandering the streets of Spitalfields (yes, like Jack the Ripper) or Brick Lane. When I'm not in Brick Lane, I spend most of my days in Chinatown.

I'm fairly intellectual, but am also quite cynical and sarcastic, which are qualities that don't really work well together. I managed to do some English qualification a year early, but have a hard time remembering what a hyphen or an adjective is sometimes.

*Sadly, I hate pigeons, and will never step into Hyde Park again after an incident where one crapped on my head. Yes, seriously.