I met Sheena Ignatia on Authonomy, but she is a prolific tweeter, in the guises of @jeannealogy and now @sheenasaysstuff. She is the author of Jeannealogy, a hilarious series of multimedia love-hate letters/journals from her to her mother-in-law. You can find her at www.SheenSays.blog.co.uk and www.jeannealogy.webs.com.
So, in her own words:
· Thank you so much for your time. So, Louboutin or Converse?
I had to google Louboutin. I’ve never heard of it, I thought it might have been cheese. I like cheese. So Converse, or maybe adidas two-stripe, or whatever I find on the floor at the Primark sale. Don’t think I would go for adidas four stripe though.
· What do you do?
I created a new social science called Jeannealogy. It’s the study of Jeanne, my mother in law. She is one big sack of crazy, so I tell people what she does, on the internet. And I am quite rude about her and I post pictures of the awful free gifts that she sends us from the catalogue. I got a real treat for Christmas!
· Why is there no one in the world who does it quite like you?
Lots of people tell me horror stories about their in laws, but I have yet to come across anyone who has an in law who checks the frozen aisle at Tesco’s for eye of newt and toe of frog, like Jeanne does.
· What do you really, really love about it?
I normally start to write when I am angry, I have been furious at times. Then, when I reach the end of a Jeanne blog entry, I am laughing my socks off. Yes I know it’s bad to laugh at your own jokes, but I can’t help it. Besides Banana The Poet says it’s okay to laugh at your own jokes… if you haven’t heard them before!
· A bit more time in the day, or a bit more money in the bank?
More money, lots and lots of money. Enough money to emigrate, far, far away from Jeanne.
· Imagine you “make it”. You wake up, and imagine the day ahead. Tell us about breakfast.
I love Spain, so desayunos would be at the Guinness Bar in Benidorm. Toast and butter and maramalade and a camomile tea. Although last time I had that for breakfast there, the toast tasted a bit like sausages. Weird.
· What’s your Jimmy Choo?
And what’s just cobblers? Nothing in life is more satisfying than spotting a £2 flight on a budget airline site, booking it and getting the email confirmation. I know, I know… carbon footprints- but I can’t help it. I love sunshine! What’s just cobblers? Well, there are rumours our local chippy is trying pass off cobbler as cod. I don’t mind though, if sausage infused toast with marmalade doesn’t bother me, then I am hardly going to be upset about fish.
· Tell us about the last time a fan made you feel 100 feet tall.
My brother’s friend, Ste, who famously reads only bus timetables and football programmes couldn’t wait to get home from work to read the rest of my blog. He was so engrossed, it even prevented him from logging onto his favourite pornography sites. Allegedly.
· Independent and poor, or under contract and rich?
Independent and rich! I’d still book budget flights though!
· Do you remember that bit on Play Away where Brian Cant stood behind people and did the actions whilst they spoke? If you could choose anyone to stand behind you and do the actions to your sales pitch, who would it be and why?
Napoleon Dymamite. Why? Have you seen Napoleon Dynamite? Wouldn’t he be great at that?
· Frocks or socks?
Socks are a bit of a sore point at the moment, I bought 3 pairs of purple socks from the pound shop. Wore them for one day and they kind of disintegrated, all of the cotton seemed to disappear and I was left with the mesh skeleton of the socks. It looked like I had trimmed a bit of net curtain off, and wrapped it around my feet. So, frocks. Definitely frocks.
Thanks ever so much for asking me Dan