Natski

Natski's humble address to the assembled universe.

Welcome to my quaint little corner. I'm Natski, which makes me sound like cheap Estonian vodka (or maybe I'm being hypercritical). Actually, I do have a normal name, but I'm hardly going to admit to that. Am I?

I live in a little stone house with an outdoor toilet. I've recently decided to challenge myself to see how long I can make one tank of petrol last, so I walk or ride my bike everywhere. My record is five weeks. But it's a bitch in the rain.

I like to think of myself as eclectic (because it's more interesting than admitting the truth). I'm learning the clarinet. I'm writing a novel. I'm avoiding washing the dishes. I have too many lemons. I play softball in 40 degree heat in the summer. I have curly hair and big feet and a scar just inside my lip from where my brother threw a piece of firewood at me when I was four.

I can't think of a single exciting thing to do for the big Millennium New Year's Eve (and I'm not even going to get into the argument about whether it is the change of millennium or not).

I have good teeth.